The Sun Is Healing Me Softly
Sitting in the sun feeling cat-stretch-contented
my back inhaling Vitamin D, in a luxurious swallow
slightly amused by a quick peek at my mirror reflection.
“Hi, Dad,” I say, recognizing his face in mine.
Slowing myself softly, in my sanctuary, my tree house
sun-filled art studio office, languishing in a quiet way,
soaking up sun rays quietly, and feeling warm about it.
Feeling my breathing slow, knowing this will rejuvenate
me later, when I am feeling better. For now, it is good enough
that I am breathing softly. I know the sun is healing me softly.
Dad smiles at me from the mirror, and I smile. He has been
gone six years, and yet, when I catch an accidental glimpse
of my face, there he is, in the mirror, approving of me.
Probably smiling down from heaven, glad I am figuring
out how to be.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019