7/30 – April 12, 2015 – free write on my morning walk

In the morning when the rain fall wakes me
curtaining the Sun in
Libations from the arisen departed
I feel obliged to honor it
to  drench this desired body
this lustful mind in
God’s work
especially on Sundays when there are no tasks to be done at another mans whim when
The pity of responsibility can go unattended
When there is no obligation to dance while the tick of a time clock drives home the rhythm of routine
No race to greet faces that only use you for your time to save their own
for facials and lunches at the four seasons
unwilling
to knead the dough
arriving hungry for the bread of my labor
When the coincidence of circumstance culminates in this precipitous way
I am called upon high
I am reminded of my worth
I am baptised in my skin
I am remade mother earth