First Day

The front of my 'tree house' home.

First Day

2/19/11

'of rest of life',

is a freeing thought

leaving past in dust,

all failures and success,

born to new moment,

this original rain, sunshine

that's never happened before,

not carrying any baggage

about should've, could've, would've,

just clean virgin slate

coming across yesterday's remnants

as if ancient treasures

abandoned from previous ancestral

resident I vaguely know,

who has left clues

to unfold my Soul,

resources, tools, books, ideas,

in old work buildings,

mysterious womb like den,

garden full of plants,

and house with items

which make me wonder

who arranged these things,

what sensibilities were inherent

within this human being,

generously leaving behind opportunities

for my first day.