12/11/2011
this morning i woke up atop a cold bright mountain
took a pale blue breath
looked out over thirty snarled years of vibrant landscape,
yellows and embers and violets
all a scarf i want to wrap around my neck,
not to protect but to honor the voice
we sing lovingly into the corners of our places and directions
far below there is a small cold December stream
water dancing lightly over rocks
catching small pieces and twinklings of sunlight
singing lovingly
into its place and direction
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