a plea

five in the morning and the stars
hang, glittering, in all their brilliance
pin pricked onto a black canvas

crickets, crickets, crickets, ceaseless

cool air and the stars reflection glisten off
blades of grass sparkling from dew

the cool wet mingles between my toes

standing, arms stretched out, hands open,
head tilted looking up, I ask for help

my plea is not for me but for those

that cannot do what I am doing
without fear, without hunger, without pain

if i stand here long enough transmitting

these well-wishes, maybe, just maybe
star dust will fall all around

grateful, deep, deep, I inhale this cool morn…
into my soul, exhale it onto the spirit of life

for all to share, all to breathe