warm and bright and filled with the promise of good things
eyes open to the colors
winter has kept us for months
equinox
snow on the rooftops
sun bright glare across the tender daffodil stalks
this inherited devotion
this curiosity and respect
this wonder and seeking
lineage speaks to someone long ago
someone before those at hand
this fit of thoughtfulness
seemingly mine alone
all but for the blood the cells the mitocondria