The coolness of morning
belies future heat, and torrential storms.
Sun’s diamond rays
slash up the side of the house,
which yet protects me with shadow.

I am giggling.

The two kittens are chasing the rabbit,
who is enjoying his out-maneuvering
of silly childish pranks. Age
has a way of quelling the self-child.

Does the mind have a finite point?
A certain capacity, before it starts
eating itself?

Diamond-sun pierces me, peeking
over the roof, dappled by tree leaves.
The coolness lingers in the dewed jumble
of weeds and grass, overlong, yet soothing.

Morning’s fanfare announces its parade.
Much like Mankind. We are a day.

Trumpeted birth, exuberant childhood,
careless youth, climbing middle-age,
lengthening shadows, shortening time,
dusk… death.

Perhaps mind wears out body.
Maybe mind has better places to be,
freed into eternity.

I look up and smile.

The kittens are nursing
in the grassy mass under the tree,
in time’s movement of Infinity.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/15/04