Accept this sunny morning
This soft sweet air
This quiet rustling
of leaves

This unkempt stallion
of dawn rising
my hands rubbing
my beard awake

I've held still so long
I am unseen
as the Robins land
to commence hunting

I am one of a trillion lives
in my back yard
for the grand opening
of this singular day

I think we are all cheering
for the lightness
come to touch our skin
as one