when you come to the first part of the day where you are under sky

after a long while 

confined and neatly organized 

suddenly released into the the wild 

vibrant rainbow sky 

where you don’t know the outcome but feel that it will be good

stand under it 

looking up and as you close your eyes to breathe 

finally breathe in this air

this movement of wisps of clouds

across the evening

into forever 

into the dream land

into the space where art is created 

and true appreciate can resonate

i bow down in gratitude to this time and don’t know why

i am here another day

but i am

and somehow i am shining 

how could i not honor that gift?