Viewing The New Day

as you begin to open the shutters
letting light in
letting them land on that soft white pillow
that which comforted your doubts
last night

become interested on the sparrows
that dance on the twigs of the tree fronting you
lush green leaves
a new nest, light of the sun caressing the barks
dews diminishing in numbers
on a time for surrender

listen to the usual sounds of the day
exaggerate, sensitize, imagine
those that are not there but must satiate our sense of journey
the excitement is here
when finally the lover is gone for another absence
when your heart finds your hands
caressing your body again
on this tender moment
of another solitude.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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