5:28 this morning

at 5:28 this morning
while I was brushing my teeth
JB was taking a photo of the nearly full moon
peering through a couple of holes in a leaf in the backyard
how can something so profound
occur while I spit into the bathroom sink?
one moment I’m cleansing
the next moment I’m in awe
one moment I’m groggy and habitual
the next my heart opens like a flower
one moment I am looking for my shoes
the next I am awash in light

(photo by JB)

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3 Responses to 5:28 this morning

  1. anvilcrow says:

    POETRY

    OF

    LOVE

    OF

    LIFE

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