This Morning, Again

I am here on this porch

maybe there’s a word we’ve never heard before for this

deep green blue and yellow corner

facing up never less than awe if I could

tell you what I love so deeply

so much forever how rare to love this way

some of life this long reach of sky

birds and a neighbor saying goodbye

noise and quiet and light

always light even in winter

even late at night and then every single

day in a way that is worth repeating

we forget get lost

in what we can’t do can’t change

when I sit in the very same spot looking up

just looking up early every single day

sounds and light and I am here

just right here


Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


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