hour 9: imperfect yet tender

Waking up groggy to find a short sip of coffee
Hot yoga in the sunshine
Movies filling the silence mid afternoon
Peace in the fall and the rise

Remembering blue eyes on the beach not getting in the water
The present offers friendship in texts, tiredness and love
Space to find belief; cleaning and crying and singing
even if just inside

My step-mom and I are at the proverbial lamppost praying
I am whispering softly with the light
Then, a twist in the wrinkled energy
Now all anew

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