sunlight.




there is a hush inside.


jammies soft, bed becons.
my sleepy truth says
it is snowing outside

september street light irrelevant and magic

i ask for jesus.

sweetly spirit come
surprise!
arms and legs belong to body
self sinks amazed


in this imagination
tommorow is a snow day
picnic on the coffee table
waffles and eggs for dinner
tents cover best friend brother and i
with books underneath old sheets droopy

mom is baking bread but we are not moving
dad quit the cigar and he is soft again



it the safety of this love convincing, pumping life.
it is the small beginning. the roots of my core.
spreading blood restoring bone
thank you movement sacred and slow.