In Deep Sunrays (I'm not Sinking Again)

He was writing a book for me on the kitchen table. In a notebook I bought him last Friday on antique store he wrote a few words. He started drawing silly hearts around them. So carefully yet playfully he filled the whole page and showed it to me proudly. I smiled. The feeling in my chest felt so unfamiliar yet so warming. I'm not drowning.

Poetry book inspired by winds and the sun, deep waters and open meadows, bird songs and morning air.