Waking up in Bliss
Waking up in bliss
on a cloud of down and paisley
with the plush face of a lop-eared bunny
pressing his fleece nose against my chin.
I am loved in this haven of friendship
in the woodsy hills.
A friendship that heals those around us,
that heals even the perished red coats and minutemen.
Here in the trees of Lexington,
in my pilgrimage city of Boston
where I came of age and independence,
here I will learn the art of receiving
and foster a self-love and empowerment
so strong that the world will open up
to reveal a field of oysters
whose every pearl is just waiting,
glistening in the lush grass,
for me to cup into my hands
and hold against my heart.