joy-notes

when the time comes
yield
to the forces outside you
images simply
of your inner compulsions

when the time comes
invite
your enemies inside you
inversions simply
of your face on the world

when the time comes
die
from the fears that hold you
the action simply
of seceding old skins

when the time comes
arise
that marsh birds greet you
rendering simply
the raw joy-notes of dawn