Mending
I have mended the morning again.
It was in pieces, parts scattered
everywhere until I gathered in
all that I could hear, smell,
taste, touch and see
and made the morning
come together in me.
With practice it becomes
very easy.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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