The light of
coffee known as 
kitchen in winter 
and dawn in
summer peeks around 
corners and into 
my bedroom doorway 
it proposes that 
perhaps it’s time 
with its warm 
yellow wash turning 
dark into shadows 
soon I say
once I rub
sleep from eyes 
and remember feet
and that they 
go under me 

Difficult times and
challenges make you 
stronger and if
you’re really lucky 
they will also 
make you grateful 
and that’s better 
than almost anything 

And this when 
then that when 
right before the 
sun breaks the 
roof line and 
you shadow swim
in murky darkness 
just before sun
pours through sheers
like clean water 
on scrubbed floors 
and you shine 
no longer in
dust but day

It’s funny 
how little 
it takes 
to anything 
laugh love 
forgive and 
be happy 
but it’s 
big to 
those who’re
around you 
who have 
lost themselves 

There’s this little 
window on Sunday 
afternoons when rest
I can knowing
that soon enough 
it’ll all start 
over and things 
will become dirty
I call this 
my little window 
into total bliss 
and I but
its curious onlooker