While the beans roast

Finally,
my eyes unglue from the night
and the light seeps through like a sad song.

and it was not so long ago when I knew it all,
but even angels fall and I’ve never been
one of them,
so
unglued I fuse, replaced to face a Sunday which
plays a background symphony,
Mahler’s number five and that Summer composition
makes me glad to be alive.

watching geese flying
in formation,
to a southern destination
nature’s perfect way of saying,
have a perfect day

© 2017, John Smallshaw.