This morning I woke to the sounds of melting snow through the eaves, I sat for awhile watching  the water  hit the the ground , dancing & bouncing in a concentric pulse like heart beats-----
Its own sentience just as loud as my heart-

I write because I cannot hold these moments,

But I own these bones,
these eyes
and feet

So I go to where I feel free & expansive-

Yesterday, an icy summit of himalayan crisp air-
where the iron of my breath
Anchored me,

For a moment I forgot and jogged-
Letting my hiking boots crunch deep,

with the weight of me-

Almost weightless- in this moonscape of white
With the full moon hanging,

Waiting for the night-

Her time BIG
Her face bright

The sky today
Is my seascape-

Feeling the wind
Encompass me like a friend,

This is where I feel alive
in this moonscape,
Tonight

Before the dawn,
Of spring
with her sweetgrass winds,

Caressing me &
Sheltering me in place,

Songbirds
And raptors riding
The rails,

Of thermals-

Looping looping within,

Bringing me back into the landscape
I never tire of,

HOME, &the fire of moments
Between friends-

We always find each other
In the end,

Circling back
Into suppers of my youth:

Simple boiled dinners of
Root vegetables
and a ham bone,

With
Butter and salt

So ordinary, so plain-
BUT maybe, maybe now
You know why

I will forever search the sky,

Because she holds my key