Eyes Open

Senses

A morning of plants – tight blossoms of Halloween tints

sweet in the emerald where my tiger peers with puce eyes.

A hello-smile gleams amid striations that are purrs between the petals

just over my head. Ascension is easy now, the day begun

in angel-light, the volts of wilderness this room unfurls

with world-promise.

Coffee is a blessing, & toast, an anthem.

Birds scatter over, the leaves singing with squadrons

and what Fall is upon us in this harvest time.

Someone gave me a bag of such scents of where earth met sky.

I opened my eyes & knew.

In the quiet music beginning are eyes finding colour,

ears hearing fingers as whispers 

and gesture a texture the taste of air.

Heaven itself scents flesh with the stillness

of proximity in the pulse-to-pulse space

after space opens from.

Take care, love, stay well for, remember

you are treasure love wraps the significance of

whether or not you ever come again

to my door of welcome.

Skin-hungry, porous, a sponge of pores

to drink and quench while reservoirs pour

as vessels rivers contain, I sit here, lie,

humming this, the scribbling existence 

itself enough journals to burn,

for we live the life of smoke ring halos

and that is the record of love's glorious 

sense-to-sense, remember – here now,

now here.