I’m out early this morning to have blood drawn.  With an appointment time, all goes easily and well.  I welcome the rising of the sun and the play of clouds.

The garbage truck is out with a wreath on its hood shining bright, colored lights.

The day floats easily and I find myself floating in the holidays, the holy days.

This comes: 

Fingers widen sky

Tides embrace inner rhythm

Pillared, lengthened time.