a.m.

I want the mornings to last forever. 

When I splash the cold water 

onto the pores of my skin, 

the world opens beneath me.

What a day to begin. 

I want the cup of coffee to last forever.

As I slurp the frothy bubbles across my lips,

The warm ways of wonder are fleeting

my mind begins to turn.

In the bolts and nails-I feel the seedling. 

I want the sunrise to last forever.

When my eyes drink the golden glow

and my toes grow roots amongst trees,

I sink into seconds.

Time these days-it seems to spring. 

I want my mornings to last forever.

In this arch of peace.

The birds

The streets

The spiders

The keys

The clouds

The breeze

The rocks.

The me