A perfect day

A perfect day

Free from worry,
And spent in perfect peace.
Surrounded by mountains in winter’s silent sleep.
They are gently nudged by the sound of song-birds,then
All is still, and in silence, peace...
Soft...
Echo is the wind.
It speaks of peace.
It architects the earth in ice and green.
Blue,
Empty is the sky and free of clouds.
It touches land.
Dampness lingers here-damp,
like a pup that’s licked,lain freshly from the womb.
A sacred dance in its first-born movements:
We walk among its stirrings.
Too young to be known, and yet unnamed-
Too young to be judged;
It plays between winter and spring.

A perfect day for me and Al and Rocket-dog,
Free from worry, kind.
We, as honored gods,
And kings of all dominions
Rise to dream our perfect dreams;
To touch the day, and linger in its memory...
To rise and live, give birth and die,
And rise again, to claw ourselves to sunlight:
Emerge. Impassioned, and yet too new to smell the grave
We cling to life,
For the chance of love and warmth, and perfect days.