Cold spring morning rises through the trees,
descending in a warmed spray from the sunshine heat,
Songbirds herald winter’s triumphant leave.
Every year I travel its current, past aging farms and its blind curves.
Past its secret shaded tunnels, which fall finds every year.
The road is gray; the path is brown with its dark and flattened stones.
An awakening must me made, before the path or the road, slips past the day.
Why am I thinking this way? The road has nothing to say
and the path barely whispers for me to hear!
The path, grass well-worn, I have yet to feel its need.
Its urgency has yet to breath. What is it this time, in these surroundings,
my whole existence seems to be in haste for something I mean?
Do I dare stop in the middle of a way to feel what it is I do not see?
My mind begins to creep taking my imagination along.
Do I take the path and drift away like fog released above the pond?
without me, they do not seem to be getting that far.
Who am I? What should I be before I am gone?
Yes! I shall stop and introduce myself; with essence in unconditioned time.
I will become footsteps in reason, for the day, for this morning
for just this moment ahead of time.
(Just then, the Heavens Broke into a Morning Song)
“wake up slumbering grass!” A song I sang before drying dew.
“Arise with your colors and distinguished hues!
Let silence shiver and quake; released in restful opening yawn.
Let my Spirit, in footsteps, move us along.
Let my whistle be your wind,
in a bright and cheerful song.
I can strum
the instrument of words.
I can join
in the chorus of the middle class Trouvère.
I can bang
the symbols of the banker
and dance on the drums of one-hundred Latin verbs.
I can greet
the truckers who deliver their stories of travel without bore.
I can wander,
among the buildings with their gaping overhead doors
clicking the switch to sounds of whirrrr and roar.
I can arrive
in time for a tea on the sun.
I can fly
full circle in somersault through fading rays of light,
and end my day in a perfect hum.
Awake! Awake! The day for us
has just begun.”