The sky was beautiful today,
the clouds slept together,
flaoting in currents of cool air,
huge boats in an endless river.
The sun shone trhough,
and burned a little hotter,
it was obvious he cared.
The wind rushed to my face
and into my lungs,”taste this morning,”
it whispered playfully in my ears.
Even my dreams were honest,
fashioned memories of warm belonging.
Today I am glad to live.
Jan 30, 1998