The morning catches me

The morning catches me in that sometimes-

brief moment I have every day when

I must summon my resolve to bear the

world again. Today her gracenotes have

smuggled through and in this hour

I am still. You met me last night in secret

and you set joy to my body like a song.

This morning, I yearn to see your silhouette

in my bedroom window, but I summon my

resolve and throw myself upon your absence

like the dawn on last night’s stars. Your secret

whispers from our nighttime union remain –

and now I know that there is nothing under the

sun or the night sky – nothing – that is not you.