Morning Light

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by KingfisherBirdLady

by KingfisherBirdLady

I feel as if, for once,
I have done something right
in the world.

Why else would the sunlight
leap lightly beyond
the curtain gauze?

Why else would merry
hawthorn hands
make such clever shadows
upon the wall?

Why else would my
darling cat
pool her lazy gray
heat against my shins?

Warm and rustic;
jigsaw puzzles
of clouds.

I must have made some
great wish come true
for this splendid little cat
to love me.

I must have cradled hatred
in my arms and hushed it to sleep.

I must have made a whole new
hopeful world from clay.
Maybe this one.

Why else should I be
so fortunate?

My family loves me;
my cat's paws are folded
as she dreams;
the morning light blooms
through my cluttered room.

Here, spring is nearing the bend
and I am nearing peace.

NOTE: Finally some simple, happy poetry again. I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you for reading!

--KingfisherBirdLady