By now 
early sun
is high
in sky
and the 
bony knuckles 
of buildings 
press against 
the flesh
of sky
as the 
mountains frame 
this landscape 
painting outside 
my window 

The loft
the place
and fill
music too
and the 
very way
my heart 
goes when 
I think 
of you 
upward skyward 
just like 
a balloon 
or leaf
or peal
of laughter 
or pearl
of wisdom 

Love is often 
like a vase
true flawless pristine 
but like most 
things placed upon 
pedestals over time 
they chip crack
and sometimes break 
yes it’s possible 
to repair and 
piece together and 
maybe even replace 
but no vase
will ever be 
as pretty perfect 
or pleasing as
that first piece 
of original art 

And now 
my favorite 
time rise
of sun
and eyelashes 
when morning 
finally begins 
and lovely 
love too
and all 
other things 
that make 
this you

The hole formed 
in the tree
and not the 
tree around hole 
something dug itself 
deep into wood 
making room there 
that then defined 
what the tree
would be called 
holes are home 
to those who 
find refuge there