Something new is occurring here
It is calling me into daylight and fresh air
A call to be as near as is possible,
with all my attention,
to what is
There is a man in my life
Outside my window
Building a cold frame for our winter salads
In the sun
In the fall wind
Far from what I fear or doubt
I’m called from inside to meet outside
inside is outside
This is the new world
The gold purse is mine.
The sound of the saw is piercing the air.
There is honey in a man moving in the morning sun.