Morning elegance:
birdsong and sunlight
radiate potential;
this bright day
renews an offering
of hope and desire.
I don't deserve it;
no one does.
A bird does not
deserve the sky;
a tree does not
deserve the earth.
Existence, God,
fate and people,
owe us nothing.
No matter that
I am a flawed man,
an impure concoction
of good and evil
stumbling like a drunk
through this tainted,
gorgeous garden
of Creation.
I will take life
into my arms like a lover
for as long
as she will have me,
caress her, whisper to her,
embrace her, enter her,
cleave unto her,
penetrate her mysteries
with all the energy
I can muster.
And when
we are both spent,
our ephemeral coupling
inevitably over,
the climax of being
finally reached,
I will die satisfied,
breathlessly content,
thankful to have been
simply a man,
simply in the world.
- mce
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