Morning
I can see it in my head
The small wisps
Forced off the windswept ridge in unison
Yet they cling
And now they go to the sky together
Like a veil amongst things not as fragile
The light comes softly in quietly
Waking up in the mountain air
The sun does not exaggerate herself
The first breath of the day sits low in the valleys
Conforming to indentations and filling in gaps
Before being dissipated
Your eyes look up
The small hydrogen atoms forming
To make something more than themselves
The release is just phenomenal
Imagine the mathematics
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This poem is from the book A Hunch About Water by Morgan Bazilian (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/a-hunch-about-water-by-morgan-bazilian/
