Morning matters

Morning matters

The particles of matter
           that made me
what I am
           soft-voiced but no sparrow
I sing to myself each morning
           even in silence my mind sings
and it is the same song
           over and over

I ask myself
           Has all this sunlight
                      come to this ?

And how I am driven
           to search among words
for the right words
           and how I will know them
when I hear them
           when I see them
when I feel them
           when I live them

John Lyons

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