Morning Poem, #2, March 27, 2017


Open the door for me

To the bright morning

To the open road

To the open sky

Where time does not intrude

And let my feet fly

Like the feet of Mercury

I will not tire

And the sun will shine on me

I will drink it like wine

There will be no anxious thought

For the morrow


And I will look once more into those creeks and hollows

That I had long forgot

Or been convinced I had only imagined

And I will know the secrets hidden in each

All the wealth and wisdom and healing

All of the music

That each whispered to the tribes who wandered here

And then to me


Copyright 2017

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