Joy Breaking Early
4 a.m. rising at my body clock's alarm
I take myself away to the other room,
To quiet. Light. Bunny snuggles, solitude
And browsing early morning Instagram.
It's like visiting a summer home might be:
I walk down a street both familiar and strange
Marvel at storefronts, at front yards kept neat,
At the constants and the things three seasons have changed.
And I am moved.
Brought back to myself in this wee, cold, winter hour
With an onslaught of joy, returning, swelling
To pour down my cheeks, water the smile that flowers
Cracks my very heart in two,
Presses and recasts it
Whole and shining and new
Burnished bright to reflect, by reflecting upon
Chance meetings in glass houses
And a day I didn't know when it dawned
Would be the hinge pin for all those that followed