Nimbi
nudge me to notice
landscape lovingly limned
by first-light’s weightless mantle.
Now. What is
draping dawn’s sunlit shawl
over our aching world’s
human-heavy shoulders.
2
Before blindly throwing on,
buttoning to my neck
humanity’s overwrought overcoat,
full-length with worry and stressful storms,
squalls of political madness, diatribe
deluging daily from Capitol Hell,
may I love what’s right in front of me:
stray cat, husband, my stage-four
face in the mirror.
3
Each day,
may I ease, as need be,
into and out of different coats, different worlds,
worn to keep cold indifference out, warm well-being in.
Deep well, holy well, each day’s bucket dropping down,
drawing up: hope, kindness, love, letting, joy.
Silence too, when words and thinking remain buttoned up.
When opinions and ideas, I put on like clothes,
aren’t half as important
as those I take off.
