Playlist ~ All Week Sundays...

By Lucy Harbron - 21:18

My eyes open like the raising of a silk curtain,
onto a view of blue and white and sky and air.
It's cold enough to wake you,
grey enough so everything else only glows more.
The wind whistling, whispering in the soft tone of
my mother,
the reflection, from the window to my face, is
the look of a lover: visible and felt.

I roll over and over through the Mondays and the Tuesdays,
I hold hands with my time, learning the sound of it's footsteps.
Over and over and over,
learning to feel everything as I feel a blanket,
an arm, a hand, a warm cup.
Learning to feel everything as I feel on Sunday,

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