a-life

where to start?

with the rain outside.

the smell of it

the way its coolness makes the late dusk seem bluer?

or with tiny doors opening

to show glimpses beyond patterns

so old they seemed like an undeniable part of life.

great rolling waves of resistance

against change sometimes

makes my days disappear.

lack of sleep sometimes

makes me disappear.

and then i pick up a broom

and start sweeping a small corner

so that i can do five morning exercises.

i cook lunch early so i have time

to walk the dogs after my yoga class.

i get a call from a friend.

phoenix starts a new tongue movement

it keeps her occupied for many minutes.

slowly a new me is carried closer

by a great blue stork

flying across a dusky sky

the blue so close

to the color of her wings

that i almost cannot see her.