I Woke Up This Morning

I woke up this morning and I was mourning weary and broken my life burnin' down to ashes and smokin' and I frowned and looked around and I saw my bedroom cluttered with all those keepsakes from the seashore and the doll you sent from Vietnam and the dream catchers we made in mountain meadow years and years ago and I saw the portraits of parents and grandparents and all their glory and all their fame trapped in olden and golden picture frames and I looked out the window and I saw skyblue stretching from horizon to horizon in dawn's birthing glow and I saw sparrows flitting daintily from bush to bush by twos and threes and I saw the morning breeze arrive and begin to trifle with the leaves of the trees ..........................and I wondered ..................What would happen if I refuse ..............................to lose ..................the ability to see the magic?