Allowing everything to happen

The sun woke red and burning

purple pink across the edge of

everything I know to imagine

bursting into these impossible

days.

A wind blew sidelong

cut across the belly of trees

tops swaying like a million arms

praise

made everything once still

sing and shattered the sky

in constant motion.

Waking again at midday

same not refreshed start again

the only thought I know

is thank you.

Sheltered by this living

somehow

each sun a new streak across the sky

what else is there.

Why not see.