a day dreaming day
the world then again
asking to be seen
an invitation to grasp life with both hands
I place a call written in my hand across a pale indigo page
to not disappoint myself
the touch of cerulean sky that version full each day
her sneakered steps hurrying to the front porch this portal of promise
being a living being of the day
this air as if sunrise held it
who says it doesn’t
what could it be like to be in life daily
a hood isn’t necessary grown
is a biological given
yet there inherent
a fuller capacity for
possible
as the day hands out all it possesses and provides
is this enough this is enough
in all the ways meant
we’ve not reached full capacity to exist in wonder
take this bread take this body
what if this is the biggest answering
even as I pluck the weed from the flower bed
chastising myself for doing a chore when I proclaimed this day a wonder one
this too a small weed tucked between daisy fonds
even as I dip to untangle its roots from the soil that needs remain
this too full
this is life given
when I see it
a day dreaming