I am here in Ottawa and will be crazy busy today at the PAB 2012 sessions. I dug into my HitRecord.org archive and, for the first time ever, this poem makes an appearance here.

the repeated morning

unusual to see eyes?
not on the day we made ours
through morning glory
years it took climbing the iron
fence beside our tree
oak, from the acorns which
found their way down, to be
thrown by little hands crazy
not aware of what could be
but you
those eyes i see with me
create silently
something we helped create
between leaves but never
to see what the moment
created for each

Enjoy and I will be back either later today or tomorrow. Hope you are all having a great weekend.