a welcome

When you are the last to notice

That the world chorus has linked their bright hands around you

And is singing:

"YES!" to your life, yes to your life.

You may, as I did, melt down to the warm dirt

Incredulous that after such long looking

you found yourself here welcomed, and

belonging to the crescent moon

brushed by the pinked sunset fog

and the whole show

astounding both you and the broad pine next to you.

You sidestep now the familiar hand that stops your joy

And you let your breath be taken by your heart.

You are the last to notice the Welcome,

the Invitation to fly,

and gratefully

You join the devoted chorus:

Allelujah!

Allelujah

Allelujah.

- 2018