Waiting For Sunrise

My whole life waits, just this moment, the ink still wet; for sunrise this clear May morning. My shaman up already, hair askance, dancing and trilling his flute to the crescent moon face, lit by the blue iron square welcoming the sun. The Sun appears now...my expectations grow... A foray into the secret riverbank forest, hunting for Morels with my hobo friend ( by choice, wishing not to support 4 ex-wives) Clark, he with his walking stick adorned with colorful talisman ribbons accumulated from a life spent wandering....me with my crafted Yucca stick a friend made for me. Then...off to pick-up heirloom vegetable plants a master gardener has nurtured for me to grow in my community plot, where my friends are happy to see me. Amidst all, I'll have Ma accompany me, (not in the woods) but not far away, her smile always eager to share in my discoveries, a comfortable sitting bench at the garden awaits her, the smell of fresh-turned soil enriches her. Later, I promised her we would grill at one of her favorite places she remembers going with Pop, alongside Minnehaha Creek, the water gently flowing this time of year, birds singing and Ducks playing, The Sun is up further now, this poem must end, my destiny awaits 5/2/15 7am