Every day should be such a day
from the first breath in the dark
when you know you are awake
to the last before sleep
not wanting it to end
every day should be such a day.

Every day should be such a day
when you know you are special
that the day is yours
and that you are kind
and beautiful as morning light
every day should be such a day.

Every day should be such a day
where every sound is music
where stillness is a melody
and life is for rejoicing
You know that you belong
Every day should be such a day!

Wolf wind outside the window
waking me up in the middle of the night
to confront again this cold-like hunger
loneliness is bringing

into a flock of words
we fly, fearless of falling
knowing we will fall
a lot!

stretching like taffy
your sweet day
can be delicious

windowed turret
graceful giraffe
but I see it

Jim and I sprawl on the floor
with stuffed animals,
freeing their voices, our minds ajar.
Leo hides in grasses golden
as his mane.  "I see you," says Scarlet,
on sunny currents of gliding air.
Raisin peers through leafy walls,
taps his shoulder, "You're it!"
and dives away camouflaged.
I don't want to go down the stairs.
                      I'm not going.
                I'm not going.
        I'm not going.
   I'm staying here being Leo
with Jim next to me.

We line up.
"I did it," Jim lies.
Into the dungeon my brother decends,
taking what was meant for me,
though I did something as small
as leaving Raisin on the floor.
I cuddle my Leo, 
must go down, 
       down,
               down.
                 Scarlet flies
                     above my head
                           until the last step.
                                             

                 Felt

Tender I move with bare feet,
always bare, across stones
sharp as tiny broken shells,
on a dusty worn pine floor,
on boulders, perfectly placed,
begotten as snow flakes,
as blue whales and quaking aspen.
They bleed freely, these feet.
These feet, they cry and laugh,
fall joyfully calloused,
fly demigod-like, no, god-like.
They speak an invitation, 
a lullaby, an invocation.
They speak to you
like an umbrella in the rain,
a shawl around your shoulders,
to a seamstress a present of felt.