IT’S ALWAYS THE WONDER
It’s always the wonder, the mist
Above to morning river, the shimmering
Horses seen through Summer heat on the desert,
The changing of the seasons with their gifts,
The way dreams crowd themselves in our waking.
Waiting along the sides of the road we see
Butterflies of a most remarkable color rise
From a single bush full of the jewels wisdom
Creates when it walks among us with a human
Voice and there, such a lovely woman waves
Toward our rag tag bunch of wanderers and
Calls to us to come for lunch, right about now.
Brooms that stand straight up, almost a forest,
They nod their corn straw heads. A waterfall
Grows from the heart of the forest planting
Rainbows on your skin. We turn colors,
Surprising one another constantly.
I guess I must have looked surprised when
I got here. I didn’t expect it would be like this. It’s
Always wonder that carries the meanings in its
Coat pockets, talks across the whole country,
Allows us to return time and time again to continue
Through tears and heartbreak, murder and confusion.
I’m all for it, will get up and walk right up to it.
I’ll take all you’ve got, angels in the windows laughing.