After the Rain

Here as usual, the signs,
both in my body
and on the face of it
hands-of-clock morning
digital now
no beautifully crafted
Swiss works.
I rise sultry and pink
bright with setting full moon
dutiful only to being,
open to joy or sadness
my heart flooded by dreams
broken open,
sorrow, the loss of direction
of judgement
joy, the awareness
both in my body
and in the question of things,
as dawn
I offer no apologies,
being, until the hands fall silent