First Fine Sustenance



If I could drink the sky’s cool mood
And mix
The light of first blossoms
So delicately sprinkled in

Then I would

Or breathe a draught of first warmed air,
White fragrance bathed
In sunshine’s friendly face
Arriving to the newness in me

Then I would

Imbibe them both
To feel this first fine sustenance.

Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016

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