Friday, February 11, 2022

Morning Poem

In the Moment

 

658 AM

So many lights in the darkened room.

The Christmas tree lights

The glaring light of my gooseneck lamp

The glowing electronic picture frame

The red numbers of the clock

The stovetop light

The green numbers of the microwave

 

I hear the whir of my heater

The soft ringing in my ears

The smell of last night’s popcorn

and the taste of sweet tea lingers

The cool air embraces my arms.

My eyes struggle to stay open.

Time to hop up and dance to hip hop.

 

 

 


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