She Goes Out

Climbing out of daily doldrums,
lockdown routines and covid conundrums,
she goes out
to greet the day,
into the fresh air with determined fare,
not sleeping through it
not yawning or rolling over it
nor caffeinating into it
but up and out
walking,
one foot in front of the other
to it, 
braving rain and mush
and snow and slush, 
not letting the day
walk into her, 
but going out
among the dog walkers and dog talkers
the all-nighters and first lighters
trades truckers and good luckers
the alley cats and blinded bats
homeless strays and longer days, 
she goes out
to stand the bridge
and see the white ball of light
break the night,
see it peer out
across pink and blue bands,
crest the river’s edge,
rolling hills
and cathedral’s ledge,  
touching fingers
with G-d’s daily creation,
a time of fresh starts
and new parts,
second beginnings and extra innings,
a time when nature’s arts
are born in newborn hearts.

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