all that i am

have not added six 

at awakening in so long

focusing floaters on the ceiling
today I did 

then a familiar startle in the dark

standing cold before dawn's first light
connected as clearly when on the b side

at the train station on his way to joy

friday cool blue sun sky

guitar's song humming low

strong hot coffee finished after a messy start
the day opens and I seem present

not wandering lost talking whirling within

present in what is, and was, and ever shall be


where can I flee
from your presence?
If I take the wings of the morning 
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea
even there shall Your hand lead me
even there shall You hold me
                               ps 139:7-10