I’ve heard that for some
their first experience of enlightenment
is not settling into that coveted
heavenly seat of silence
that’s usually imagined
they report it’s more
like a falling on the floor
honk and horselaugh with
tears and snot realization
of the best practical joke
ever
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
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 wate
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