Fresh Dark Light of Morning

            i am searching in the fresh dark light of morning.

            the people that stay in this house with me understand.

            they are searching too.

            other places and people call to us;

            one day we will all answer, and be separated.

            but for now, these summer days pass slow and quick,

            marked by the different spices in the food

            and the wise things that we blurt out, mostly unknowing

            of our own divine power.

            this is the sweetest of what the world has to offer,

            this close, quiet friendship.

            i could laugh in this kitchen forever.

            i could garden outside forever.

            i could walk amongst the avocado and lychee trees forever.

            in a way I will.

            perhaps my physical body will be far away,

            in college, in bed, in Norway or Switzerland or France…

            but a part of me will walk this house and this orchard forever,

            like good memories make possible.

            i am searching in the fresh dark light of morning.

            oh the glory, of the people that stay in this house with me.