REMINDERS

before dawn, across the whole road
as i pass i feel spiderwebs.

within people's voices, under their words or
woven into the pauses, i hear a hidden sound.

one thin green light flashes over a smooth sea
just as the sun goes down.

what roses lie on the altar of evening
i inhale carefully, to keep more of.

tasting all these and letting them have
their ways to waken me, i shiver and resolve:

in my life, i will more than live.