hi there
    welcome, yes
      please, don't be shy

       flitter on in
   sweet bluebird
  take a seat
    by my electrical well
        let us chirrup
          and twitterpate
              and sing the day
                    together

  our melodies will
  mark the moment
  just as there is no better gift
  than the glorious present
  no stream of consciousness
  more pure than the current
  so shall we prize the bounty
  and taste the clarity
  and give our soul to celebration

  unify, harmonize
  sharp and bright
  as the sun pierces the clouds
  light is cast across our gratitude
  our reasons revealed in glistening dewdrops
  
  should thankfulness falter
  on the tip of your tongue
  reach out,
  
  you'll find it near at hand
  though if your fingers
  are left wanting still
  fear not,
  
  we will find
  gratitude together
  it's blink-simple
  
  so just blink,
  blink and breathe
  
  drink deep,
  a gulp of cooling air
  your lungs awash with sky
  silver-blue clouds
  puffing your chest
  
  ask quietly, the words a whisper
  on your mind's lips:
  
  	what can the day mean but what we ask of it?
  
  -breathe-
  
  if your question mark echoes back
  from across the wind-whispered dunes
  wonder aloud the stars
  ask who and what and why may be listening;
  though your voice will be dimmed by night
  and molten diamonds are cradled
  in far-flung heaven's vault,
  they twinkle fiercely
  between your eyelashes
  and this is the greatest proof
  that distance is farce
  
  -breathe-
  
  now you will find the world
  ensconced in every breath
  nestled in each nook and cranny
  and at your gasping insistence
  life will answer
  crawling forth from its every hidden cove
  slithering and buzzing and mewing
  stretching in the heat of curiosity
  twitching with tenacity on your welcome mat
  and here you will invite life in
  
  -breathe-
  
  let it cozy up on the threadbare sofa beside us
  to tell its tales, tall and short, sweet and somber
  lilting lyrically through the chambers of your heart
  and in time, you may recognize yourself in the rhythms
  you will chime in where the chorus is well-worn upon your lips
  tilt your hand boldly toward each unfamiliar verse
  dance across bridges that span gaps in your cleverness
  and so on with each rondeaux and reel that life plays
  
  -blink-
  
  suddenly the sun presses your
  cheek with a nectarine kiss
  all of the activity and motion
  will stand and yawn softly
  shake the busyness from its limbs
  don a coat of evening susurrus
  bow knowingly and take its leave
  as your clockwork eyelids wind down
  ticking towards a restful midnight moment
  leaving a promise to return again
  after a heart's slow, longing beat
  
  that's when you
  
  -blink-
  
  and you're on the other side
  in a land of crocheted alleys
  quilted fields, stitchy florals
  tumbling over pillowy hills
  tripping through creaky springs
  
  
  -blink
  
    blink-
  
  
  now you're drifting within reach of a lilac moon
  soaring unhurriedly beyond the country
  where all dreaming hearts are born
  and return as citizens each night
  
  
  
  -blink
  
    blink
  
     blink-
  
  
  
  then another sharp knock
  and you snap back
  misty and groggish
  to peer out from the door
  behind your eyelids
  
  
  
  -blink-
  
  
  but that?
  
  
  -blink-
  
  
    is tomorrow.
  
  
      and tomorrow is tomorrow.
        
        
        always, always tomorrows.
  
  
  
  but don't blink so quickly
  we are not yet done with today,
  you and i
  
  
  so just breathe,
  breathe and blink
  
  
  and on this day,
  this singular day
  
  
  we can be
  	that which mulls clever reason
  we can be
  	that which spins silky rhyme
  we can be
  	that which fills in the space
  we can be
  	that which unravels the time
  we can be
  
  -breathe-
  
  and that is celebration enough