while searching for you
in that single light of one memory
among all those shades of gray
I’m confounded by the mist
and clouds of an all-day rain
then
I see it and reach for it
that flash in the waterfall
tumbling over the edge
and straight through my fingers
eyes open the overhead fan wobbles in the gloom if I could only pull the chain blow the minutes and hours out the open window or beg the sun to come early and kick that moon over the mountain my head
you see the way that tree reaches towards the sky? for many seasons that was me stretching to heaven with feet rooted in earth awaiting the rains of grace to grow me higher till one day a woodsman app
I already know what I’m going to say when they ask me the secret of reaching 105 naps and would you be so kind as to tilt the blinds on your way out?