Xenophobiography Poem by Keith Michael

take for granted the morning light, and never get to experience the afternoon heat that lowers itself on your shoulder while planting and traversing the yard. and never will you get the sensation of the cold dusk air rushing through the leaves and brushing itself through your hair whispering what the moon is bringing you overnight. it is the little things that matter, and the things we feel are undeserving of our attention, are usually the ones that matter most. so take with you these words to share with the sun when you stretch your morning muscles, and swing open the morning shades.