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