witnessing the birth of the world

shadow inches over the lip
of this press into grass
where a deer has been sleeping

some moments stand out most clearly
in the orange slant of sunrise
light is red shifted more air

has been journeyed through
before it lights up the stage
suddenly blazing with possibility

we wake from a bed of fragrant stems
amble down to the glittering creek
drink golden chilled mist laden with light

this is the single awakening of all
a shared instance arising like a sigh
verdant hills coalescing languidly into place

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20180414

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