A poem from today, minus all the spaces between lines.

(TIME-MIRRORED MIRACLES)

as children of blue

over-alls, syrup- and honey-dark hair,

each one clasped with stems and a sun beam barrette

—chinny up, dimpled cheeks; keep

lips open for this

is life, choice, and when

your thoughts leak from the shingles

(rain upon rain as you open the skies)

our jaws fall ajar, so

we sling back the secrets:

sweet-tasting, water-wine mirrors time

(miracles mirrored in time)—

at midnight we sing of the daylight allowed

when we disallow your absence to brew—

and it goes or so can be gone (in time) in

One

—now

to know it forever: these secrets

of love and how to receive it

(as children in time-

mirrored miracles,
we do)