Soft rain falling at 5:30am.
40-years ago today I was born,
head first into an air and water world
that agreed without being asked –
without question –
to take me on,
for however long:
40, 50, 70, 90 years.
This day is really all that matters.
Just like when tomorrow comes,
that day will be all that matters.
This day, with its arm extended and hand open
in everyone’s direction, all at once,
ready to guide us, one soft step at a time,
along whatever path we’re traveling.
Ready to go neck deep into the throngs of the urban jungle, hand-in-hand, if we so choose.
Ready to love a little more with us; sing the duet of sorrow with us; drop to its knees in prayer with us.
Ready to keep up with us in good company.
Ready to take us on.