Anything New

The sun coming through a window
has always looked the same
since we had widows
and the right exposure
to sit and stare off.

Why I should feel unique
other than for me that this is the first time--
well not the first--
but a time where it is sinking in as something.

Same something as for thousands
or millions or more
of which only a few
had a voice
that outlasted life's grasp
on itself.


The sun coming through
the window, roof or clouds--
whatever you keep overhead the place you call home--
is all your own,
but there's more at some particular moments
that make one bigger than one's own shoes.

Those moments that water your own eyes
with not joy nor anguish
but something more still inbetween.

Live for these, and if you have means
spread the recipe,
those alive
protect life

those angry and dying
find more of their own.

Wherever you land
don't let the world
or people
or self that put you there
be the final say.

The more alive
the more.

The more alive
the more in us all.

That more alive
the more in us all
in us all,
in all.