This morning I am lost in the blush of dawn…

This morning I am lost in the blush of dawn…
Letting it invade the very pores of my skin…
Trying the air in different directions…
It’s time to forget all of yesterday’s nonsense.

The dawn streaming over boulders and brush…
Across the dune tops…
Making time stand still…
Speaking in lost words.

You don’t need to go anywhere…
The issues will not be answered in another place…
Return to the pace of dawn…
And stop following rules that have no meaning.

I see it now, the shadow of a smile…
Time to free ourselves from the gold fish bowl…
And today leave audience participation out of the script..
No longer trying to find only the words that sound best.

Now, we can be kind to people who are good…
And we also can be kind to people who are not so good…
Talk truthful, like old shipmates…
Until sunset puts out the remaining pockets of flame.

I love you,

Annie