Sometimes

Sometimes I could cry 

just from the way

the morning sun arrives

Blanketing green leaves above

and russet pine needles below

the simplicity takes my breath away

Sometimes I try to capture it

and the emotion and moment

fade back to ordinary 

Sometimes I crack my eyelids open 

just for a glimpse 

and only have time for a quick smile

before falling back to sleep

Sometimes I’m not afraid 

of being stung by the wasp 

or bitten by the rattlesnake

Sometimes I move heaven and Earth 

in my dreams to avoid the sting

Sometimes I sing and I dance 

And I yell and I pray

Sometimes I write

And it seems like all the time,

I think 

Like a river that never stops flowing towards the ocean

Even when all other beings are asleep

Sometimes my thoughts run wild 

in my dreams

Sometimes even in my sleep 

I cannot stop 

Sometimes they don’t let me rest 

And sometimes I say things like 

“I’m not a morning person” 

and “I don’t believe in time”

And sometimes the morning is my favorite place to be

The soft song growing louder

as if they are a choir 

summoning the sun

As if she won’t rise

if they don't sing

And who knows,

maybe they’re right about that

The sun and the moon once

spoke their vows

and conceived

a child called Time 

Time is not something to believe in

Time has sentience

and is someone to experience 

someone to be seen and felt fully

to bow our heads in reverence

as she passes

and humility 

for our misunderstandings 

In simple moments such as this 

as the light caresses the leaves 

of the garden and the forest

Sometimes I cry as soon as I wake

Sometimes from the beauty 

And sometimes from the ache