Transform-A-Poem™ Number Fifteen

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.
Haven’t I?

Copyright © 2009 Anna Jedrziewski

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