poem 260 of a poem a day for 2012

the tremble excitement

when finding or grinding

through crawls

for vines to wines

and all the fruited

knowledge they bring

savor each bite

each word for

the facet ring

each rough to

reddened soles

each yearn ready

to explode

each time

a minstrel fool

with one cup

and a lioness jaw

around his neck

holds two staves

one in each hand

each time it is just you

in the mirror of nightfall

commanding songs

that sound all

the why patterns

of your strive

each time you 

thrive an identity

here, at the

water's edge

in the clouds and

the dust and

the smoke and

the ashes waiting

for rain there is

each one of us

singing a song

that explains

that at the heart

of every story

there is the same glory

that trembles

with an excitement

unsurpassed

and all that

one must do is

LOVE NOW

to be

the richest

soul alive

EJR ©