the dusty orange morning came,
reluctantly.
yawning and stretching and just not
ready for the day.

out my window, i saw her creep in -
she gently shook my face,
but i was already awake.

things happen.
(they just do)
We get through them -
or we don't.
and if we don't,
it's over,
in one way or another.

august 13th

tonight, my hand
was out the window
and each raindrop
touched me
genuinely and sincerely


each had a job (and
each was serious
about this job)

they all had names.

i just didn't
get a moment
to catch them
all.

prayer

lord,
help me remember
to love each day -
to scoop it up like a
baby bird -
and nuzzle it and hold it close
while i say everything i like about birds.
right out loud.