sea legs

this day is bending its dewy stalk in my direction 
arching its face to meet mine 
to litter me with its sun-stoned kisses 
wrap me in its splendor basin of possibilities
bask me in its never been before glow 

and here I am dragging
a damp crucible of refusing the past

too busy shouting down a stampede of looping echoes 
to hear the chorus of fluttering welcome encircling me,
to unzip the crackling skin of too small histories and
slip out in the dimpled horizon of right now