And then every moment–
precious.
As each had always been.
With the morning sun's
sober dream light.
Like rolling the windows down.

Easter's Miracle

 

L-R: Cousin Joey Wales, Easter Bunny, Benmont Jefferson. 

Only the beginning...

Waking with a lurch in the heart
Up on feet to the expectant day
or is it the other way around:
expectant to the day
chest of hopes
bottled up potential
...at least one hopes

we're pulling for you

and here, well
we can feel all of the inversion layers at once–
the instinct in optimism, fear, love, and tepid currents
the faces that come with every situation

But again, hope keeps us moving through.
Hope, and the good light.
There are sunspots to find everywhere,
even if just a moment

On with the winds
and the short drive
to the long desert fire
kick around out there
in the ghost tides
voices and ideas

Night for day-
Full moon shadow stride
in the glowing dunes

And from the change
the name of the games
became-
Going for even.

If you could dress yourself up in smoke...

From the top 5 things you don't want to hear muttered from your doctor's mouth when being diagnosed:

#2: "...fuck."

Thank you Fates,
For the dear souls
That make this life worth living.

Thank you Fates
For their putting up with
My sentimental goof ass.

Dawn and the heart skipping
The lingering dream
Soft and sincere
Face loosening
And tears
With truth

It is what it is.

Then in the chair looking
through the picture window
Out into the morning fog
The lovely bird jumping in and out
Dissolving in and out of the mist
In and out of the dream
Feathers red as the heart

Skipping as I woke

Fall in reverse
and good

Pupils on the skies
and a flow from chest
upward
like the winding
sky-stretched arms
of the tree

great the sting
and sweet-bitter the song
left in mind and up too long
we're squirming in our boots
shaking off the skin suits
licking at the sun
and breaking for the horizon
disclosed in lucid dreams
despite the skeptic schemes
of disbelief and breaking down
of selfish thoughts and buttons drawn
and pushed just to push you around
and pull you under ground

We're already breathing the open skies.
safe
sound
and ready

Coffee mainline.
Winds blowing in.
Sandblasted.
Lungs hazy.
It's okay to hurt when you hurt.