Woman waking in the morning
to the surprise of this new room
That awaits you
(all night dreaming)
now it sees you
naked…rising…running…flinging
shutters…flying…wide & open
the excited sunlight shouting…laughing…streaming
to you
as if
you
were St. Francis
and the sunlight
the birds!
The miracle of you
absorbed
absurdly in love with sunlight
(and I in you)
this moment always
this moment always
new
this moment always
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem