Begin Anew
Four lines that are also four mornings — the small inventory of an okay day starting.
A list. The shape of an actual quiet morning, in four words and four phrases.
Sunlight
Beaming through my windows
Love
Bundled within my blankets
Fear
Feels like distant memories
Moments
Time to begin anew
You don’t always have to write a long poem to mark a good morning. Sometimes you just have to notice that today, the fear feels far away. Save the noticing in case the next one’s harder.
— JTC