In the early morning
the view is clear;
we can see for miles.
As day emerges,
clouds obscure our vision,
our perspective decreases.
Clarity before obscurity.
Peace before busyness.
One to hold the other at bay.
poem-birth July 6, 2016
The day of birth
contemplation of what’s behind,
what’s ahead.
What is desired
What will not be
What is hope
What is reality
The ruminations that bring joy
and not a little
melancholy.
