Pink orange coral ribbons cross
a lightening blue sky behind the stark black
chaos of bare trees and I wonder why
I am not up before dawn every day why
I am not pouring these colors those shapes
into my small brain for safekeeping
day upon day upon day why
I do not lie on my back in the frosty
grass gazing up at the black sky
with all its stars and its moon why
I do not keep myself in the small room
of four sycamores gathered together
there where they reach up courageously
higher than I could ever dare climb
why I am not there now why
I was not there ten minutes ago why
ever other things seem more pressing
more important more worthy somehow
easier to lose.
