an impromptu poem

Spring Is Everything

     calls me to my knees 

a soft damp meeting

a soft damp kneeling

a slug kissing my skin

leaving a trail because 

         there is always an after 

the sun weaving 

through all things 

meeting my face      my eyes 

     in the suns light

     i am free to be me

on the phone this morning my mom told me that the birds were singing - i asked if

they were singing to her

                        she said yes