This new dawn

brings a big swale of soul-saving,

a no-net-now, Lord help me, cliff-dive into

open waters disguised as dry, dry, dryness of

desert mountain.

Plants rattle distant leaves,

winds pitch tiny gravel, clack click click,

down unseen scree slopes.

Scooping myself out of what no longer serves,

serving myself into a richer soup

the likes of which I’ve not yet known,

gulp,

answering the call looks a whole lot like crazy,

stepping into an unfinished painting

feels well beyond reason.

Good thing neither much matter.

Ho ho wah ho ho wah ho,

may the way rise up, rise up to meet,

Wah ho ho Hey.