sunny autumn morning,

sleepy sliver, half past eight-

it came without a warning,

sudden warm and hefty weight.

why, I was hit by love; why, it hit me like a train-

sudden swell of love for us, and and all that we contain.

for the sprawl of land, for the generous sky,

for the child’s giggle and the raven’s cry,

for our fear of loneliness and our creation of art,

and our hungry wanderlust, and endless, hopeful starts.

Oh, I pray it keeps, and is shared and spread, this wake of genuinely graceful feeling,

Oh, I will it, stay! this vastness of self, break of chains, the peel of paint revealing.