May I rise each morning 

remembering to wash my face

brush my teeth

and say “Good Morning”

to invisible things

perceiving the subtle shift in gravity

the presence of small birds on my shoulders

firmly rooted feet and a rustle

of leaves as a greeting 

 

Send an invitation to the unseen

write it on homemade paper

with pansies and mistletoe 

pressed into the pulp

Sealed with gold wax

And stamped with a honeybee

Cast it into the wind

and wait

for the busy and

barely perceptible hands

to respond in time

 

When I remember

I am quietly watchful 

of the shape of things

buckled brows 

the texture of words

the outlines of a human heart 

yours and mine

 

Dissonance is rough on a heartstring

I perk my ear to catch it 

and I hear their hands at work

modulating tense tones 

smoothing them over

into lightly plucked arpeggios

with dancing fingertips

their arrival is often accompanied 

by the absentminded humming

of some tune in the shape of soft love