The twinkle sits high in your eyes,
acutely penetrating the moment.
Revealing where you've been and where you're going.
And how fast you plan to walk through the galaxy.
Traveling with a leaf, a stone and a whip, you maneuver efficiently through the portals of light.
Waiting for the sun to provide an excuse for sleep.
And you do take full advantage, only to be woken by a low, rippling vibration of
forty crows flying overhead through luminous rainbow.
Then you take my hand because it is time.