sixty-two years
is a mountain of days
rooted firmly
in my imagination
picture an image
of a mountain floating
in a an image of a sea
of infinities––
a reality
that is not
real
is the only
reality
i welcome the sun
from this dreaming mountaintop
& bow to the light
putting a ring
on Cora’s finger
hair graying,
insides turning to
ash––
we couldn’t be any
happier
foreground & background
comfortably arise
with the sun