Surprisingly, the Weather

Surprisingly
the weather has nothing to do
with this poem. It was only when
I looked up from my writing that I noticed
the sun coming in the window.

I laid my pen down and reached out
to catch a sunbeam. I saw it, I felt it’s warmth
on my hand, but when I tried to hold it,
it slipped into some other realm.

I ended up with a handful of air
and a warm feeling. On a Monday
in the middle of January,
I am thinking that is more
than enough.

 

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