Today

I give myself
permission to drift
with a breeze that bends
the tip of a limb 

to float on 
the high and low notes 
of birdsong at dusk
and pink clouds of a day's yawn

to listen to a blade
of grass whistle its green
or to know what a stone 
takes for granted

I give myself permission
to daisy dream of roots 
tickled by the soil
while tickling it back

wherin the wings
of a hummingbird's hum
would I hide feeding
on the nectar of honeysuckle vine

today
I give myself permission

ag / 2012