Today.

Day lands in my backyard
I look at it from my bedroom window
Silence fills my chest till I speak
Mornings chores accomplished
I am here to take stock of dust it carries
Number of blades of grass fallen by night wind
Water that survived yesterday’s galore
Swift sunshine beginning to smooth nights wrinkle
I walk my arms out of the glass panes
Stretch all my limbs within me
Lie down face upwards
Eyes wide open
Soaking Sun
Another me pulls over a thick black jumper over my shoulders
And head towards other silent corners…..