early daylight across my face sweeping,
gingerly ginger-yellow heated by the low-
risen sun, it confirms what my beating heart
yet signals, granted us, a new twenty and four,
but no more,
for certainty is not a human condition, so we cover
our eyes, not from the sun-rays, but in deference and
thankfulness and gratitude, that we have one more chance
to the world distribute, blessed human loving kindness, unique,
the greatest gift most excellent we human possess to give away freely!
Jewely 23, Twenty Twenty Three
8:30am