Passion Party #456 - Morning
or maybe it is that my eyes are clear
senses more acute
the birds singing
water rushing down the mountain
the smell of pine and firewood.
I have come to Silver City so many times over the years -
as a hiker, as a lover, as a father,
all through the childhood of my two sons
and now with friends,
kids gone off to their own lives
But the sunrise, the trees, the road, the general store,
they are all the same.
The only thing that is different
is that here it seems that nothing changes.