Hour 24, view outside my window


The rising sun in El Paso
cannot be seen because
of the mountains, an
exercise in anticipation,
the morning light blocked
from view except as a
lightening border along
the peaks’ edges, a blue
streak that pales further
with each passing minute.

At last the sun bursts
over their angles and edges,
illuminating in vibrant streaks
of gold, rose, and purple.

I begin to see clearer details
in the toys abandoned the
previous night, lawn furniture,
and delineating rock walls,
as my small world awakens
once again.

2 thoughts on “Hour 24, view outside my window

  1. This description of the physical sunrise is poignantly contrasted with the debris of human life revealed by the dawn. Another fine effort in this series of descriptions of your physical location.

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