It is time to bloom as if newly awakened
from a dream and only now realizing
it is morning, the bright sunlight
inviting me out into a new day
which I can fill with anything I wish,
beginning with thought;

When rising, now fully aware of my role
in creation, thoughts want to take over,
run down the clock with their ceaseless
meanderings, judgments, rehashing
of the old, reacting to what's new,
and I nudge them out with the words love,
magic, miracles, what harm could it do?

Perhaps it is this day I dreamed into being,
then again, did we not collectively call it in,
beckon it like a welcome stranger, stretches
of grey piling like cumulus, one upon the other,
and perhaps the united awakened We finally
reached a consensus that sunshine was overdue
and just like that, it arrived!

Hilo Orchid Show, somewhere in time ~ bj