Woke to the light on;
glasses and book on the floor.
Slept deep through the night.
This day for reading
not just a page at a time,
but whole chapter bites.
Another cup, coffee:
I hold you dear, in my hands
and feel inner warmth.
Woke to the light on;
glasses and book on the floor.
Slept deep through the night.
This day for reading
not just a page at a time,
but whole chapter bites.
Another cup, coffee:
I hold you dear, in my hands
and feel inner warmth.
A tree that can fill the span of a man’s arms grows from a downy tip; A terrace nine stories high rises from hodfuls of earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath one’s feet.
