[from sleeplessness to quiet i clutch]
from sleeplessness to quiet i clutch
fragments of soft morning and the grace
of songbirds beckoning all the ones i love
into another dawn, too familiar to us
the only mercy we can ask for
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Yes, that mystical and liminal space of coming back to “this” timeline!
This is a precious moment but your rendering of it is both mature and delicate.
“grace/of songbirds”
Awesome.
I love how gracefully this poem captures a moment we have all experienced.
A beautiful morning blessing.
Beautiful! Love the line breaks too.
You capture the otherworldliness of waking up in such a beautiful way!