A prism of colors in the tunnel of sunlight
as seen in present moment fun
brings a smile to my rose oiled lips. True.
I put the essence of rose hips on my lips
this morning—first thing and I smile
this is good, this moment sitting full in a pyramid of light—
Sun light mathematically tunneled into the living room
where I lounge on lovely wicker and green cream color now illuminated
in sun yellow white—this is exactly fun, and
the sunlight is outside, too
filtering through the oak's leaves
I open my breath to the outside air
fresh and cool, Ozark April air— how lucky is this?
Someone says, "Dreams like this are built with no fences
to allow
room for what really happens—"
I breathe in this moment I never knew existed
hold
breathe out. True.
I exist in a space
never discovered
never existing never
lived in
before,
ever.
