Be
beautiful,
let the light persuade you
to commit
to the morning
and shed
the web of night.
It’s true,
you hide
in the place that you reside.
You know
you’re told
that’s where your head
should lay,
but your mind
wanders away
through
this universe,
and every possible
moment,
as if
you cannot be transfixed.
Why does it bring
such pleasure
to see you
irradiated
by this star,
as if you
were born
of its photons?
Something
peculiar’s going on,
as if you are meant to feel
this radiation
on your skin
and turn light
into life.
At this time,
at this moment,
there is no one else,
but you,
and the blue sky,
and the bird song
of this perfect morning.
HG – 2022
