Part I

Morning cracks open and light spills out Whether red sky or gray Or gold-gilded white Whether we are hand in hand, or otherwise When it hits us the first time It is that same light that beckoned us Out of that salty liquid dark All that time ago Before memory Towards which we flew and fell To which we prayed Before we built our own small moons In the quietest place it is still humming In the quietest place it is like the pull of the tides We breath in sunlight And exhale miracles That which will outlast me As it touches my face so may it touch yours If I send all of my love there If my heart, too, cracks open Will you feel it Always Always