When you wake up
Head to toe, you’re already sweating
Though the fan blew all night
Through the mosquito netting
When I wake up
My nose is cold and my cheeks are red
I’m deeply huddled
Beneath the quilts  on my bed
When I wake up
I think of you…
Good morning!
And possibly
You think of me…
Good morning!
And at sunrise
As the sun brushes the skies
I don’t feel worlds apart
I feel words together
It’s yet another
Good morning
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About the poem:
As a friend and I talked by skype, it was stunning to see how different our lives are, and yet we are so comfortably linked.
It is this feeling that is the natural state of love. It’s available in all of our interactions, if we allow it. The kind of connection that allows for distance and closeness, constancy and change, predictability and flexibility, in a balance that ebbs and flows with ease.
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