wind widow


the morning is the best time
to preview
the faces of the day

you wake up
thinking with the wrong head
you open your eyes
and try to make sense of the moment

when you just leave it alone
and keep breathing as if you were sleeping
but with the intent
of wakefulness

it is there
when the faces you never seen before
appear in the corners of your eyes
in between the curtains

you know they are waiting for you
sitting by an outside table
someplace sunny
someplace windy & dusty
inside a very different world