Soft
Light returns and with it memories of long ago.
today there is sun
soft gentle spring light
begging me to close my eyes
so that I can absorb the silence of the day
a gentle breeze pushes
against my eyelids
thrumming red
my lashes
are lightly dancing
I hear chores calling but I cannot tolerate their noisy clamor
instead I focus on birds
happily clattering
while distant windchimes transport me
back in time
when
on other sleepy Sundays
newspapers were unfurled and refolded
then devoured section by section
style, funnies, editorials, opinions
and
the crossword
challenging us to fail
coffee pots were a thing then
and inside jokes
morning breath
flannelled power struggles
around ancient pajamas
that no longer cared
wallpaper danced behind laminate countertops
a skillet hopped
mad with oil
unseen, it sizzled
the morning sun lighting
on window sills and bookcases
soft in some places
others with knife sharp edges
later
we packed up the coffee pot
and the frying pan
someone canceled the paper
I miss being a part of a family
I know that’s a lot to get from a windchime
and the first sun of spring
hitting your eyelids like a hug
but this is who I am
in here
About the Creator
Jennifer Pierce
Human Person. Worker. Writer.
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