At Sunrise, with Nothing to Lose

First cup of coffee—morning flows forward,
the dog pees. Climbing to 90-degrees again today.
On the patio, I stretch toward the sun.
Things start to happen….

A child
learns to walk
down the stairs
but there is terror of falling
from the cliff drop

of each step.

Up is down and like a bird
you must fall
to fly.

Why is the lookout quail
on the wall balanced on one leg?

I see a scarecrow bleeding in the field,
Liberty weeping in the harbor—
lies and greed moving in
like bad weather.

Why does cancer kill its host?

If we have nothing to lose
why are we here?