How when days were like rivers, unending
the slow flow of beginnings, the fearless floating
of dreams, until the startle, the rift and ripple
of awakening
How when days were like friends, warm comforts
mornings came right in, igniting the heart
of polished stone, soft and smooth
to hone the soul
How when nights were long, of stars
moons lighting all the world, the trees
bright how branches shadowy loomed
moving like breath
made a billows of
my room
How when visions came, sleep was late
roaming deserts in the dark
listening, kneeling at nature’s altar
no language of words, no ego
nothing to falter