This is the morning you wake up
trembling with delight
because you know you're going to run
barefoot through the wet grass
to baptize your toes in stinging dew.
You're going to kiss the dark light
of the earth with your body,
a mothering shock from sole to crown,
and through that kiss conceive the day,
the season, the rest of your life.
O choose which gracefully befallen
moment shall have no end!
Painting by Maggie Cross
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