Ceramic mug steaming
Warm, cinnamon-spiced.
Percussive pattering
On windowpanes,
Wet leaves dancing,
Hyper-green against
Rolling gray.
Book in hand, cat in lap
Pajama-clad and robe-wrapped.
)()(
Head back, drifting
Pull blanket to chin…
Awaken awareness,
Scattered pinpricks
Laid out on
Ebony.
A silver sliver smiles,
Shifts as clouds drift,
Creating a rainbow halo.
)()(
Wander out, wondering
At the Vast,
An unexpected expanse,
So much Unknown.
Lay down, gazing
At celestial symphony
Feeling so, so small,
Insignificant.
My tragedies
Temporal;
A speck
In this
Infinite continuance.
)()(
Return to reality,
Slow realization
Of damp, cold ground.
Amble inside,
Draw a bath, sink
Below bubbles,
Static as
Sensation returns to fingers.
Crawl into bed,
Cocooned in
Feather-down,
Dreaming of
Cosmos
And everlasting sky.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
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You really have some style! I like what I am reading, thanks for creating it!