To my I

Beautiful flower I am
Just after dawn quickens
And I of me I wither
Like morning glory
Long before a noonday sun

With unyielding determination
I ride the strong bull hastily
Steadily toward a reunion sky
Toward clear visions
Of my I

a path

a long dusty path
stretches beyond
a valley alive
with green & purple
& sounds of songbirds

hung up

this long vast silence
engulfs the disconnection
from a distant heart