Sitting for hours
in the doorway.
Darkness rising to dawn.
Seems every bird song in
New England has been
sung.
The sunlight ebbs and flows,
making the dew drops
shimmer.
A wind passes through
the maple leaves and pine needles,
creating god's own lullaby.
What else could I possibly do today?
Where else
could I possibly be?
Watching the clouds move across the sky-
forgetting me for this one forever moment.
Closing my eyes-
when the sun falls right upon my face-
feeling the glowing heat
move across my skin.
Am I dissolving or belonging?
Is there really any difference?
Maybe I will linger for one more
minute.
The doorway won't mind.
-Me
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