in a dream i awoke from a dream
had died and was sent back
for one day (this day)
as a thanks-giving lesson, a primer on the why of mortality
awoke with sweetheart/partner still asleep at my side
fresh mountain snow out our arched window
sun rising
thinking of thanksgiving tomorrow
thirty-seven gathering relating loving eating
a day for cooking and preparation
a hike cold and crisp
sending out these holiday greetings to life friends
love so easy to feel at that moment in gratitude’s cocoon
in that dreamwaking instant I learned the lesson
dead or alive
then i awoke from the waking dream
thankful taught and now right back here in mortal reality
with a quarter century of the new millennium gone
and we a year into secondhalf
not numerically where midpoint would plot in forties
but progressioncenter with midpoint in the mind
where clocks wind with serendipity stewardship synergicity
not control ownership independence
and measure in relationships not achievements
in joy not years
His agenda not ours
no tinny resisting recoiling from age
instead the golden embrace of the slower peace/love/joy/beauty
which long firsthalf gradually taught us to find and feel
it stretches the spirit and moves the middle
to where we are
thanks to you and for you
from the eyres
(counting blessings and building-on at beloved bear lake)
