Along the horizon,

light dusts the sky

in translucent

oranges and reds.

I’m here, not there,

on the back steps

sipping coffee

trying not to break,

and in that moment

remove myself enough

to see the moment

as always enough:

morning light through trees,

with a chorus of birds.

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