Jump

'Carl's Jump' at Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico

Jump

8/1/09

Nothing like being rested,

up early, having gratitude

for spectacular foggy morning,

wet 'white sage' scent,

birds, trees, my relations,

to life, people, existence,

in 'medicine wheel' ecstasy,

then coming back upstairs

embracing my morning rituals

that sustain deep levels

of integrated, balanced living,

no matter what's happening

with the political world

things are good here,

this moment of contemplation,

when all there is

becomes pen to paper,

hand movements, following mind,

the thoughts wanting expression,

slowing time to crawl,

soon change will happen

as this poem completes

and life spirals onward

asking me to participate,

be part of dance,

another story about how

people jump into future.