Good Morning Again

what makes this morning good—
makes any morning good?

it IS. it exists.
that is all
that mornings need

night fell. It did.
it fell to its knees
in prayer and in meditation
grateful in anticipation of
the reborn sun
and the ritual
of opening eyes

eyes opened?
what has changed?
what is ever the same?
am I alone? no. good.

I have you
you, always
this I trust and know

I love you

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