Easter Morning
The sun
does not
really rise.
Within those
one hundred
twenty
seconds,
the ground
tilts us towards
the light.
And as with
anything
we encounter,
epiphanies
are constant
cores
unveiled
through
a glass
darkly.
One day,
nothing
will distinguish
us from
stars.
For now,
still
let your
breath catch
as you open
your eyes.
Image: cmophoto.net of Unsplash
April 4, 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021 no. 4
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