There I Am Poem by Smoky Hoss

There is a wholeness in dreams
of such things as,
the light of the furthest star,
sunbeam's glimmer on hot air,
the curl of a wave bubbling,
a feather dancing with the wind,
the chill of fall's reign,
moonlight lingering in a valley,
the dark degree of our own shadow following us.

There is a fulfillment borne
in all the divergence of living,
right angles, left angles, wrong angles.
Everything that connects and disconnects.
Beautiful, and not so beautiful, there
I am.

'Come in - Come in'
I hear all of them calling;
I listen; I love.
I follow. For where else could I go?
There, I am.