cold frame

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 

here

now.

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.