More Than a Poem

In love with a dream

sloppy pants, farmer boots

wearing socks on a day

when mosquito bites do not

make me happy. Some

victims take a swig of gin

but I soak myself in deet.

The dawn is what makes

me smile, a wild heart quiet

as a whispering shadow;

sky ablaze, promise of summer.

I come alive in the dance

of field and stream.

The glory of daffodils,

a loon’s melodic cry

red embers in a sleeping sky.

I live.