discovering being

there are winds that support heaven

dogs running in the street outside my doorway

 

 

light like an opposing thumb

light able to pick up

 

 

a dream

 

 

the carrion of future prophecy...

my hat upon a table

 

 

the country-side... the roof of a small shed

the majic

 

 

of waking up to what is around me

the majic...of

 

 

being

 

 

discovered as though for the

first time

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel and emotion in the poem. Felt like a dream in a sense your words. Sometime we can discover things and wonder how we missed them. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote