morning creates

every morning is genesis

a leaf can be a bird,
a branch be a face,
a glance and a processor inside
calls up possibility after possibility
of what it might have been
that my eyes flitted over,
our perception not just passive,
as impulses come in and get recorded,
rather, we take in and immediately reach back out
to sort,
to feel,
to cut into pieces
and then put the pieces back together
in a meaning that seems possibly right to us,

I love the hour between night and day
when shape and form emerge, as if for the first time,















every morning is genesis
and we are each the chronicler
to whom what we feel as God
has given the charge to record,
as best we can,
we are given the charge to find the patterns,
to hear the story within which we live.

by Henry H. Walker
April 25, ’11