an honest sun

I gave you both of my eyes,

so that you may pocket

the way I see you.

We will soak with Thoreau

in breathing peace,

climb rough rocks,

roll through healthy,

upstate fields,

hold sun to honesty-

a cast of our own.

Accidentally planning for the future

of this wild, laughing spirit,

There is Joy.

We have not forgotten how to dance

to a steady beat.