Early July

For Van Morrison

Radio static
Wavelengths over many years
Never lets you down
About a pine tree

It’s my tree now, Lord
Towering example too
Of longevity
Forest calls echo
Wren and jay can rejoice now
In summer’s warm sun
Day started in peace
Then wry sense of gain or loss
As the sunset wanes
Shade versus shadows
Some degrees of lack of light
Like our certainty

When one is quiet
Long enough to see hear feel
The real universe
When did you want that?
Now or sooner is okay