know

Knee high
To a spider’s eye.
A rippling cry.
To where and why.

The day is early.
The wind is whirling.
My sheets unfurling
On the line.

The breezes pine.
The creases shine,
Serene, so neatly
Through my mind.

As flickers fine,
I sit discretely,
Snapping time.
Day’s on the vine.

Refresh the feeling.
Reach for the ceiling.
The days' revealing,
As sun rays climb.

In larger scheme,
Pull at the seam,
I pray this moment
Not be a dream.

But be it so,
Not letting go
This passing moment.
No need to know.


9/16/21