Sunshine on the rafters
I hear a rooster crowing
And childhood memories hug me
As a blue jay chirps outside my window.
Remembering, I sit up and look out
At the cut grass I smell,
Dampened by the morning dew
But warming already from the sun,
and I feel the safety of early morn.
I am the first one up
The sun streams through my yellow drapes
Warming the wooden floor.
I smell the fresh morning breeze
Through my cracked window;
I’m as light as that breeze as I
Drift to the window to look at the sky
and feel the safety of early morn.
I hope that this day will be as good
As the light streaming across my face,
That the rooster calls us for a reason
And the blue jay’s song calls forth our own.
December 6, 1992