Meteor

I sleep in a cashmere sweater

Under a cloud of down.

My bed is an island of peace;

My life is a wild West town.

My day moves like a meteor

Blasting through inner space.

I try to put on the brakes

And get home to my quiet place.

I leap past those moments to savor,

My eyes ache to linger on love

Of God’s beauties small and mundane

To the glory of heavens above.

I am awed by the moon and the sunset,

Impressed by the wind and soft rain.

Breathless, I observe all the faces

Revealed in their joy and their pain. Unfinished ode.