I awoke this morning
Frozen fear of falling off the edge of the earth.
flow no go i go slow
find a way find a way
i have nothing good to conjure
except that every question big and little is an open door to possibility.
One thing I do know
I know fog is upon the valley this morning
the fog feels forever right now
by afternoon, chances are it will be gone.
I throw my question into the valley
down with the coyotes and dry river bed.
the beauty of the bird song fills the air
I breathe you in and let you go.