What I Know

When the first light of day
begins to glow with allow
and you’re still floating, weightless,
between then and now

if you can wait there, suspended
no expecting, no need,
your six-year-old self 
will awaken and see

the echo of dreams
in the earth’s gentle mist,
your great-grandmother’s prayers
on the shimmering grass

and words of the bird
in his rising sun song
will remind you you’re loved--
and you’ve been all along