The Lifting

Grounded, 5 a.m.
The nitelite is comforting,
But gravity is holding you.
Once settled into sleep
You have watched, on repeat,
The story of your life
Across the ceiling;
And in review,
Youґve said the air was singing
Itґs calling you you donґt believe
These things youґve never seen
«good morning, and how are you?
The weatherґs fine, the sky is blue-