Dec
28th
Wed
28th
Handful of Suns
each morning
I awake
to the sound
of the girl
at the end
of the hallthe sun is on
she tells me
though it’s not
not this early
or this late
in the fallshe believes
she sees light
which is enough
for me to rise
and respond
to her callwhat matters
more than sleep
is these mornings
while she
is still
so very smallin life
with a child
you have a handful
of suns
either real or imagined
that is all

