Love it

The lips, the eyes and the hands are all parked
The feet asleep
The people that walked, now in sheds—counting sheep.

But lounges are ready to leap to life
Musical instruments waiting for strife
For humming and wife.

Just love these mornings of watery sun
Washing all over everyone
Making me small and happy to be — in quiet.

Before all awake and the lounges are full
Of movement and haste
And the ways of the whorl unfurl.

The days all return, the lounges are quiet
The feet away in their sheds
The lips, the eyes and the hands are in beds.

And it’s all just love
Just love it all
Love it!

(Peter Volkofsky – Newcastle – Spring 2014)