They are risen in the East

The coffee, the tea,
Needs brewing,
The poetry, needs R&R;,
(reading and responding),
The garden needs tending,
Milk and biscuits, purchasing.

In the West, the sad and those who
Labor not, stay up late, to "celebrate"
Labor Day, and I, cross times zones,
Embracing their kin and kindred commonality.

See you all, saluting, elbow straight, 45 degrees,
With words I wash the eyes of the newly reborn,
East.
With words I wash the feet of the restless,
West.
Shyly, I embrace one and all,
And I text you both my children,
I am home, come home,
I write for you both, I write to please,
I write with abandon,
I write to comfort, to extend my reach.
I write as a second best embrace.
I write to you, for you,
You are with me, I, with you,
No matter the time the day,
The season, the calendar's reminder,
That we are day older,

I write to you, for you,
You are with me, I, with you,



12:30am where I am.