Whether the dawn spills
Slowly as winter honey
over the land
Or it escapes night’s grasp
And leaps for freedom
Skipping
Along the edges
Of lapis clouds
Against cerulean skies
I greet each day
As another chance
To get right
What it means to be me
And crave to crave less
To make simpler
To take away
Until the poem contains
But one word
And then none at all
Save the perfect silence
Where all is said and answered
In return.