You sit at the table,
the morning light bright through the window,
your mind dark with thoughts
that came like thieves in the night
to rob you of sleep,
Your eyes are bloodshot
the white light from the window
and you are tempted to turn inward,
the the dimness of this place
where you have lived so long,
where dust falls on furniture and feelings
cloaked in remembrance
more true than truth.
But you do not.
You turn your eyes to the window,
and squint with pain
as you gaze beyond your comfortable darkness
to the light
and promise of the day.
The picture was taken at Mount Vernon, George Washington's homestead. You can click on it for a larger version.