Japanese
maple leaf shadows
dance in the
morning light
on my kitchen
cupboard.
Since when
does
morning
light enter from the
West?
Ah! It is
reflected off the
car parked
outside.
Light of
Mama Inti
bounces and plays,
reminding
me
we are one.
About this poem
This is part of my poem-a-day series. Every day I write a new poem, starting with the Solstice time of June 22, 2019.
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