Sunlight illuminates thin lines of darkness that exist between weathered wooden slats of a fence that marks the imaginary line
separating my neighbor’s property from mine.
cats paw along the green grass beneath it
when their eyes meet,
they greet each other with playful barks to signal the start of their endless chasing game.
I sit and sip hot tea on this unusually chilly morning,
and I laugh without sound so I do not disturb these natural occurrences
Only to discover that its golden touch reaches me,
shining light on darkness that I carry somewhere between broken thoughts and the fresh boundaries I found the courage to draw.
Those last three lines are golden. Love the way the fence and boundaries weave throughout this.
Thank you, Bill!
Agree with Bill
And this “I laugh without sound so I do not disturb these natural occurrences” a feeling I know so well, touched me lightly on the shoulder.
Thanks, Coleman! 🙌🏼
It feels as though each and every image is carefully chosen here. Snapshot of morning, yes, but all supporting the theme.
Thanks Joseph. It has been an interesting morning so far.
Love the subtle way the poem builds.
I love how you mix the imaginary and the real, the broken and the mending. “I feel the sun straining to warm this moment” exemplifies the tension you create in the poem. Nicely done!
Thank you, Sylvia!