The sun rises on a new day
… and the light is changing faster
… than I can perceive.
Pink to gray
… to yellow
… to gray
Each time I look out the window
… my mood changes with the light.
I must close my eyes and look for
… my emotional center.
What am I really feeling at my core?
What is passing discharge
… triggered by my senses?
I am not spinning out of control
… at the depth of my being?
I need to practice going to that place.
I need to be able to quickly remember
… where that place is.
The sun rises on a new day.
I have seen this day before.
Copyright © 2009 Anna Jedrziewski