
it's so easy it’s so easy to lose it without noticing, your attention driven to inattention by jobs and bills parents and children the heat slowly rising -- just another frog in the pan then suddenly -- you’re old you notice the stars have grown dim, the days seem shorter, damp and cold and all of your poems now speak of loss until one morning you wake before dawn to the sound of birds singing in the darkness and after all this time right there it is you almost don’t recognize it yet from a deeper place you do what you once might have done and rise to walk barefoot over the wet grass to feel the cool breeze on your still-warm skin to lift your weary eyes to the first soft colors of dawn and you know, once again what you certainly always have known that here rises the luminous face of the ecstatic child that here rises joy that here, after so very long rises once again the all-redeeming grace of wonder and for one more glorious, completely ordinary day you are blessed