The sun starts out

showing me all the things

I've been gifted

and I pour light into

the souls of the givers 

The art of receiving

glances, help

intentions, touch

words, love, messages

presence

Golden crevices on the mountain, no, not the leaves - trapped morning light. And pecan cardamom cacao coffee, and chilled air. And life! This life. Every detail so perfect. 

Who's in control

of your emotions

Oprah? politician du jour

sensationalist journalist

your kids, your story?

Emotions are how

children are born, money

is made, lives & wars form 

Whether +this or -that 

only one thing runs the 

world 

Make woodcuts

of our intimacies

I'll stamp all of the

kitchen with 'em

'cause that's what feeds me