Tag: morning light

The first light.

A cool sheet.

A long stretch
that no one sees.

I never open my eyes
right away.

The light reaches my face

and I let it.

I don’t know
when this became
a ritual.

My hands move
over my neck
my shoulders

not to admire
what is there

but to arrive.

It feels almost
like when you give yourself
to someone.

Only there is no one.

Just morning.

Just light.

Just my body
believing, again

that light

has never lied to me.