Northeast

My turbulent dreams vanished when I woke 
to see the morning sun’s cursive rays rush 
through my kitchen’s northeast-facing window. 
The radiant information held me 
and I felt at home in my home--alive.

Poetry is for changemakers. Here’s how--
When I write a poem, I go into a 
space where, using language, I allow for 
transformation. I look first, and soon see. 
I think about what I see and match it 
to what I feel inside. I feel about 
what I see and match it to what I am 
thinking. Poetry gives me time to feel, 
to meditate--and mediate--between 
who I am and what I see around me.

The present moment makes poetry ripe.
I use poetry to ripen my mind.

And never am I the same man from there 
to here or here to there because the moment 
leaves like the sweep of banking clouds northeast.