Rays of light peek through shuttered windows

shall the slats be opened or assure privacy,

a morning of which one surely glows

the energy blocked would be a travesty.

~

At my desk I look for inspiration

seems the night put aside

for the moment is more solution

to dredging horrors inside.

~

If present means a slow journey

then this my day would tell

a starting point with no hurry

only desire deep in the well.

~

I would climb if love awaits me

or choose to find what must be.

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© Thom Amundsen 10/2021