"Wake up, you sleepyhead
I think the sun's a little brighter today"
Any day it's July 2010,
5:00 a.m to 6:00 a.m
on a back porch that isn't mine
and a Red Sweater-
heavy and porous,
heavy sleeping on my collarbones
and letting in the not-quite-cracked-sky's
first exhaled breath;
it is cold and new and now familiar.
"Go down to the shore, kick off your shoes
dive in the empty ocean"
When you're driving at first sun-smirk,
you see their home in a way that they maybe haven't yet-
even if they grew up here
and know it well,
so well that they can't wait to get out.
"Tell me that everything is all taken care of
by those qualified to take care of it all"
They could tell you that the tree by Ironhorse and Route 185
is the biggest Sycamore in New England,
but what they don't know is how it looks
when the first rays of sunshine
race 93 million miles through matter
to touch its surface,
dance with light foot and quiet heart
on its knots and hollows,
still cool from the night.
"Though we would like to believe we are,
we are not in control- though we would love to believe"
I found the quiet
I found the sunshine, the moment
where the two brush fingers-
just by Route 185
and if you were not awake
to see it
know with barefoot and fond heart
that I loved it enough for both of us.
*all quoted text is from the song "Dive In" by Dave Matthews Band.
