
sometimes it takes luck
to be at right place and time
to bathe in the light

sometimes it takes luck
to be at right place and time
to bathe in the light
the time has passed
no longer does winter sun
come through the window
never fails to surprise
only time of year when sun
streams on reading chair
morning light waves
rippling across blue surface
ridged metal roof
sunlight burning through
morning fog summoning
my inner child