IT TAKES A MORNING

Photo by S. Auberle

IT TAKES A MORNING

when the windchill

is thirty-five below zero

to appreciate simple things:

an egg fried plain in butter

licking honey from the spoon

that stirred the jasmine tea

my blue door

in morning sunlight

the knowing that if I had ten more lives

it wouldn't be enough

to write all I want to say

about you and me

or feel the heat of your skin

on mine often enough

to last this thing called Eternity

whatever that may be

- mimi