Ante Meridiem Musings

How dare I contrast
Or compare

The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now

With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then

Have they not both awakened me

How Big

Why will I never meet the scars, the stars I’d wished to kiss

The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime

Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you

How big the whole of you, the hole left in me

a fortiori

Why the grown hawk would struggle on
The wind
I cannot know

I've seen it, though
And desiring
To help things along for regalness sake

I reached up on high
In prayer
To see burden lifted, compass-mark found