matins

good morning good morning.

my new phone has a strip of red light

that goes off with the alarm.

there's a pool of morning

peace to sit in for a while.

the day is a paper crane and

folds into itself at the neck, wings, tail.

the day can unfold at a touch,

can unravel into miles

and miles of white sand

and there I will search for you

all along the folds.