Northern Hemisphere June’s early-morning light accompanies me.
Perhaps it’s the same as September sunlight
but the earliest sunrises of the year
happen now with the northern summer solstice
and year’s longest day a week away.
Now, it is dark when I wake.
Morning walks seem quieter. Squirrels more casual.
Sunrise twice – over mountain, then over rooftops.
Pine needles perfectly arranged to look random.
I am walking east of my anger.
I play Satie softly not to awaken
her upstairs. I’m not much of a
musician, more a phonometrician, measuring and writing
down sounds as the Moon approaches fullness,
far from Paris, breathing in 3/4 time.
“You aren’t just the age you are, you are all the ages you have ever been.” ~ Kenneth Koch
morning, pebbles making small ripples like fish
in afternoon sun, this was my beach
now empty but for summer moon and me
two silver waning slivers silent as water
a bridge that no one is crossing
Air scented thickly from many spring flowers.
Heat inversion and fog and warming skin.
A morning so heavy that the peonies
can’t lift themselves to greet the sun.
I sit shaded, writing it all down.