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With Eyes to See

Beyond the orange lid of my eyes  
lies a summer sunrise    
sticky as an egg yoke  
ready to burst    
   
The mountain’s silhouette    
becomes outlined in neon red    
   
Across this distant room  
my cat purrs    
   
In her dreams    
she is once again Egyptian    
a goddess worshiped    
by thin fingers of light  
 through the window  
 stroking her calico fur  
   
Outside, a cacophony of birds  
break the stillness    
  I know each voice by heart  
   
Squirrels scold one another    
  while spiraling around    
  the old pin oak  
and the neighbor’s fan belt  
squeals as it’s forced to move  
  through the neighborhood    
   
Much like my body    
creaking as a stairwell    
  that may fall through    
  any given moment    
   
This is the fingerprint  
of daily aging    
the physicality of wearing out  
and losing value  
   
After years of waking  
imagery becomes embossed    
as braille across the heart    
   
The daily story of us    
is a shroud of experience    
filled with light and debris    
   
Without any further need    
to open our eyes to see  
Written by Ahavati (Tams)
Published
Author's Note
For Indie's 'tell me about your morning' comp
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