A N T H E M

ix. on a morning

The sun peeks through my window

filters through the curtains

grazes my arm and my shoulder

and half of my face, chattering softly,

"Wake up! Wake up!"

I realize it is Sunday

and lazily check the time

Oh! I have an interview in two hours

so I take a warm shower

to make my hair curly again

and when I get out I place a finger

to the fogged-up mirror

and draw a smiley face.

I change into clothes and let my wet hair

fall over the back of my white tee shirt

my skin is cool as water evaporates

but I myself am pleasantly warm

I sit down on my bed and open my laptop

and begin typing this.

How wonderful it is to breathe

and let the sun kiss your skin

and fling your arms open to the blossoming field

of the future, so unafraid

and so alive.