poem day

Poetry is my default. It makes me happy. Here is a poem that showed up today. Now, go find your bliss.

 Open

I am waiting,

slowly breathing in,
as every shaft
of light disappears
behind dull lids.

Now only soul,

blood and body exist
within this shell,
eyes behind my eyes
beseeching.

Piano music,

sharp and resonant,
enters my
window saying
what? What?

That rhythm

and beauty persist,
despite me? That,
one way or another,
God speaks?