Very Early On Earth Day - Guest Post by Taylor Graham
VERY EARLY ON EARTH DAY
My dog calls me out of sleep.
Overnight the wind has rearranged
everything. I blow into cold hands
and raise them against the sun’s
first rays, just nowV
exploding gold shrapnel
over the east ridge.
And everything is moving: sun-shatter
through new green leaves,
and wind plucking overnight spider-
webs till they hum gold filament
against the dark trunks of oaks,
everything flowing glowing
gold-green, a morning
no mortal could describe.
And so my dog stands
Wasn’t he good
to bring me here?
Photos taken by me at Aquatic Park & The SF Botanical Gardens