Early mountain sun
comes up east
a spilled glass
of orange juice 
it spreads slowly 
like cautious hands 
of sweet hungry 
children whose parents 
taught them better 
and the heat
trails quickly behind 
like invisible clouds 
of sweet jasmine 

I’ve been waiting 
for the other 
shoe to drop 
until very recently 
when I realized 
that the other 
shoe has always 
belonged to another 
what do so
many do with 
only one shoe 

I see you 
little sun peeking 
around the corner 
don’t be shy
there you are 
caught and smiling 
smart and sexy
what shall we
do together today 
let’s get coffee 
and you can 
tell me all 
about your day
on the other 
side of earth 
while I slept 

I know I 
knew I know 
that I did
but somewhere in 
between sometimes somebody 
did something else 
and the know 
became the knew
and the now 
became the next

Oh this 
has been 
great fun
finding again 
these things 
that so
long ago 
that I 
now this 
seems new
funny this
the love 
of things 
in time