The Sun, and I rise,

carnelian light burns through

  slate gray clouds,

Holy Aura Illuminates

the new day.

Distance crow cackles,

like an old crone

laughing madly, while she stirs

tossing in the forbidden,

magic boils over.

Raggedy edged bathroom mirror gleams

like mica, its subdued shine

entices me to focus on my image.

At the kitchen sink I stand

grateful. Fresh water flows

from the spigot fountain

cool liquid sparklers

spill down my throat.

Into the day I soar, like a

mockingbird, Mimus polyglottos,

many tongued mimic, I seek Self.

Flowerbeds mulched, I eat

cold watermelon, juicy,

make sweet love standing in the rain.

Honeybees buzz around. Thrust

their faces deep inside moist petals

ravishing hollyhock blossoms,

sticky stem bouncing,

warm nectar streams down my thighs.