Welcome
You come through the gate, and your life on earth begins: green wavering into the hue of early spring, the growing heat pouring leaf into form just as you did, are doing, will do with lack, rain, rivers, kisses, wind, and horizons that come each turning. You stand up in your dream, lean on the fence, look wide toward the lights spilled across the black expanse that carries the world. The next destination pours toward you as you walk. A thunderhead powers upward, spends itself over the past, behind you to your left. You turn and look one direction, then another until you're back where you started: welcome as rain in the tall reach of the weather of your body, of this life that breathes in time, breathes out light.