Morning from Shadows

A fellow poet says don’t start a poem with looking out the window but I am— I am looking out the window to see the lawn outside my window has grown. A neighbor says there are too many verses on love, but restless I tap laptop keys to compose another. My friend who transferred from where I work to another place— I saw her last week and I’m lost reflections of being with and without love. When I saw her at the front counter I said hello in passing and when I went to check out she was waiting for me. I told her I had to get something from the car and when I came back her boss said that she sent my friend to lunch break. I laughed and said everybody’s got to eat and had to admit I knew my friend from another store. Now I look out the window and a bird trills a song for words unsaid and I look into the light of a brilliant sun.