it’s a much brighter sun
that rises now
finds cracks in clouds
prisms the rain
is it the years that awakened it?
each day having its shoulder
shaken a bit harder
whispering ever louder
wake up
until the day came
that I saw myself
reflected in the world
my preciousness tied into
its beauty and folly
noticed more love in colors
blessedness in silence
thankfulness in being alive
like I’d slowed down a movie
to enjoy each frame to its end
to savor the plot
watch it play out
never worrying about that
mysterious moment
waiting at the end that
no one sees coming
well not today anyway