Fresh
     The sunlight awakening
     Of mind and perception and thirteen other impossibilities
     I will squeal like a pig in the rut of delight
Life is
That's all She wrote
And it is enough

Soft
     The siren bird-song calling
     Of mate and might and thirteen other divine territories
     I will bugle my horny aspirations
Life is
That's what He said
And it is enough

Cool
     The fog creeps disintegration
     Of city and souls and thirteen other insistent realities
     I will drive to work today in a rage of benevolence
Life is
That's what the Chorus refrains
And it is enough

Blue
     The sky embraces all
     Of you and me and thirteen other gods
     I will soar without the strings of attachment
Life is
That's what this Poem recites
And it is enough