the sun winks
in the forever sky
over &
over again
just for you.
& the seasons whirl
their green & white minuet
for yr. continuing wonder
& amazement.
why was i born?
you know why.
before i opened my
puppy eyes, i be
gan to see the light.
look for me under
the microscope––
i am there.
look for me through
the near or far end of a
telescope––
i am inside.
i am hiding between
the typestrokes of yr.
favorite poem
trying to learn to love
my bewildering ego.
if you grow impatient,
watch the white-winter-rain,
my footprints crossing the snowfield
disappear at yr. door.