It’s early morning
slats of the blinds blink
with morse code-like messages
an interplay of light and dark
as the trees sway
as light-dappled leaves dance
while the wind embraces
their roughened barks
their weathered trunks
and I watch, entranced
even in my half-awake
sleep-addled state
because I don’t want to miss
a thing, I simply long
to notice it all
as sunlight sends her secrets
of life, of light, of joy, of love
into my waiting heart
