Presentiation

Sunday Morning Communion from the Kitchen Window

First there was one,
second day two,
four on the third,
then eight the next,
each day a double,
birthing blooms,
purple flowers of Clematis 
vine on trellis, greens and browns,
an archway of color, wood structure 
holds fragile stems, life for life with intensities
as May shifts to June, 
spring to summer, another threshold,
dependent, radical grounding,
deep and dark, protective,
nourishing, yet open to reach,
stretch, unfold into air’s lofty
invitation to soar
like Bumble bobbing or Bluebird flutter
in a flash of color and glimpses
of miracle, a morning gifted
to choose how to help
enhance or detract,
expand or retract,
dismantle or keep intact
our illusions. Can we see
through all there is,
things 
that matter 
present
within, without, before, and not yet,
collected possibility that reveals,
transparent, illuminous, 
life, Presence?
Love echoes through Thyme that creeps 
over ground, wooly blanket covers hardscapes
with fragrance released in crush
of steps softened enough to notice…