Watery Christmas Lights

Watery christmas lights in the morning, 

Bend and dance as he points. 

His index finger calls me out.  

His exhale is my warning. 

To start the day in repetition, 

Wet and hot and clean, 

Success of early, power of patience, 

To love this new edition. 

With angled light from pre-noon sun, 

Sparkle speeding from post-swim wind. 

With water, sun, and cream,  

The strokes of me. 

Health and clarity. 

Breath and beauty. 

He puts me here, my Friend. 

Because I want it here. He knows it. He's right. 

I’m annoyed.

He annoys me other places too.

Brings me back to the marvels of age and time.

With one question I’m enamored again with evolution,

Ever stumbling into consciousness

With one remark with inward eyes

I hear a chamber, dark and deep, behind my ribs,

Echoing its perpetual patient poetry.

We’ll meet here again, next time to pray.

Songs of battles, holy hills,

Around my head will flow,

In mimes of learned rigidity,

Covering chambers of echoes when

Watery christmas lights bend and dance.