4.4.16 It's long fingers

When I woke up this morning, and stood out the back door 

in my nightgown in the cold cold darkness inhaling 

the snow- infused air , while the pup did his 

morning absolutions I was imagining all of the skies 

all around the earth 

So many mornings, so many sunsets.
Silence and noise and pollution and fresh air
And our broad ocean connecting to itself 

it's long fingers clasping each other 
all about the globe