I wake up and thank the window
for my dusky view
I wash – tenderly – the milk jug
that pours creamy soy into my tea
I offer a smile and prayer
to the birds stealing my attention
I bathe supine in the sun
at the open window
I breathe deep the fresh air
I watch the butterfly dance
I taste the sweet homemade cakes
and muffins delivered to my door
I say aloud
I am so well cared for.
And in all these moments
I am crying.
There is an unreasonable sadness
an unwarranted grief, an unknown despair
here and even the pink flower
wilts.
Tags: 2011, grief, joy, meditation, sadness, unreasonable
Beautifully written Aly
Thanks Billy. xx
Your latest poem, so beautiful and sensual. Can totally feel where you are at, your words paint a raw but beautiful reality. Much love to you! xx