Traveling into 2009

When the unique crimson strength
of wanderlust and the thick colored
palette of curious friends
are painted on the very same canvas
and time of our lives
by an angel or two
whose descent onto our soft
pillowed heads
at three or four in the dark of morn
did surely occur,
just as showers
of rain fall often
on the wet
glistening
streets of Seattle,

we do have much
to thankfully shout
and smile in mischief
about,
as this miracle train rolls along
through verdant Andalusian fields
and deep into new year’s delights,
transparent dust rising fast and high
into vast cerulean sky
and the most golden gleaming
palace of lights we’ve seen
or yet ever felt
in these,
our tumbling
and stumbling,
triumphal days
to date!


January 1, 2009