empty morning

Below is a poem I apparently wrote on December 23, 2016, just after the Trump election. I must have had a brief but notable moment of peace. I remember the photos I took in that moment, as well.

a free morning

wake up alone

the simplicity of stillness and

concrete objects light builds before us.

the luxury, difficulty of embracing solitude.

the moment where only breath fills a room.

when we savor in the simplicity of a single moment.

alone with a star shining through a bedroom window

and a camera to help us remember

savoring a sip of air.