Morning doesn’t arrive loud
it slips in like silk,
and the day remembers my name.
No fireworks,
no grand speeches.
Just the steady lamp of breath
and the small, brave yes
of beginning.
I lay one word,
then another
not to impress the sky,
but to build a place
my spirit can live in.
If the world is heavy,
I don’t lift it all.
I lift one corner.
I set one brick.
I make one warm thing true.