Stretch

I stretch and watch the morning rise upon the rocks and pine trees

Let slip the future and the past into the warmth of motion.

Turn and reach and turn again.

 

I am a point of view upon a shifting ocean

above the wave that carries and below the wind that pulls

 

Thanks for the morning and thanks for the mountain

and thanks again for me.

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