FIFTY-TWO

Mornin. No contact lenses and no glasses on, so I only see shapes. I see the morning light on the leaves of the tree out my window, and I said to myself, “The morning light on leaves.” Sometimes this is the first thing I see in the morning. Sometimes this is the first thing I think in the morning. This joy, the sun on leaves, has been prolonged, growing steadily day by day, to the oncoming death of winter.

(10/25/2025)