Holiday

Holiday

I observe no holiday

I observe the pitch of the crows messaging from darkness

 

In celebration of sunlight and rain

I celebrate the observance of rainbows

From which my eyes ride with joy its colored curvaciousness

 

I recognize that the left lane is observed for fast drivers

And prefer the gas pedal to the breaks

Prefer the movement of my shoulders cross tight curves of roads

 

In more and more days

I bother not with minding someone’s lack of signal

Someone’s impulsive move cutting in front of the lane

 

When it comes to you my special one

I mind that we signal with care

That we observed the value of clarity and intentionality

That we celebrate the holiday of hearing each other

Seeing each other

Being there, here

I want to be those things well

 

I know counterfeit

That the Fed is in business of it

And know integrity is Saving Grace

Is the backbone to rise up oneself

To rise up the rebirth of society well

 

I have a date every day

Every sunset

In observance of the sun

I celebrate myself

I celebrate the earth

 

I observe this holiday life

And take in what all my being receives in wholeness

It’s a miracle

Every sunset

With it washing bit by bit my ignorance

 

Sometimes, I wish I were less shy and tucked in

Sometimes, I will to be more open

More vulnerable

 

I always wish LA had more trees

Always wish to breath in more ease

Forgiving my lacking behalf with care

Forgiving the recall of silhouettes not there

Forgiving the tugging corners that need unraveling

That need more dare

More care

More

So that I can be this dream of dreams

Like a flower from seeds in spring

Like a lake filling the memory of fullness with due

With every bit of darkness bringing it in

And not turn away from the dark phoenix

Not turn away from the depths that call my name

 

Eventually and bit by bit like the sun

The front and back will forget the isolation of direction

Forget the past

Forget the future

And remember everything in observance

 

Ones a time

In my reflection in the faucet

I remembered from a dream

That my awakening in the morning

Is more real

Than the dream of yesterday’s night

And then recalled that in passing one’s body

This too will be observed as a dream

 

Tell me, what do you celebrate?