mourning becomes morning

mourning
becomes
morning
one ray
of felt experience
at a shimmering time
i chi kung it
all my spiky bits
of toothpicks
standing wonky
in the plastic
bag
of me
i shake
i dance
i squirm
it all back
into a clear
pattern
of
at ease

so this
is
a miracle

available
daily

no matter
what
the over
developed
emotional
body
wants to
point out
as reasons
not
to play

i quiet her
finally
put her at
rest
give her
something
else
to do
with her
talent
and time

i give her
dance
shimmering
in the early
morning
of well
rested
sunlight
shining
in

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh