Morning

on many days, I wake up
with thoughts
about myself
and the world,
and what I am here to do,
seeds with wings
flying off
into a melting sky,
far away from home,
and then,
for no reason,
I go across
to the door
sliding it open,
and stand in a hush,
where the universe hangs,
where the breeze
and the sunbeams,
and the smells and sounds
of a pretty grey world,
touch me and kiss me
all over my naked form.