MORNING
I want to greet the day
the way my dog wakes
having tucked
into the velvet night
heavy with surrender
When the silk moon slips
through ambient blue
to welcome her florid sister
and a chorus of birds
calls me from dreaming
I want to run
to the warmed floor
near the porch window
with the boundless joy
of one who recognizes
divinity
in a sunbeam.
Kathryn Yingst
08.01.23