crayon drawings of marvelous streets
and typewriter desktops of “yes I am I am...”
sequence night and day and night
along the horizon of trees
overflowing into unseen places
                    places where things aren’t forgotten
and the clouds preach messiah lyrics

and then one morning you wake up
and beside you is Love and the unseen
place feels like it could last, warm, forever
even though forever used to terrify you

now you enjoy the urgency of moments
          and how young you’ll always be
now you feel yourself some way a part
          of morning and of spring
and of the still life settled between sky and sky