
Morning
It’s morning
sunlight through windows,
walls dazzle, and
I stop
in this universe of light.
It warms the air, my face.
It holds my shadow
in its stride.
And right now,
there is only me.
No one else.
No tears, ills, or poverty.
Just me in this moment
of forever light.
For Twiglet 246: the sun sits pretty. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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