Atop A Wire

Atop a Wire—

A Small Bird Sings

In the Golden Rays of Time—

Against a Sky

Of Spotless Blue—

Those Notes, Become my Mind.

And as I Close

My Eyes to See

The World that Faces Me

That Song Becomes

So Intertwined

With the Present Reality—

That when I Open

My Eyes Again

And Look Out toward the Day

I've Found I Now,

Have so Much More,

Left to Do, and Say—