Light in the windows
Contrast with the shadows
Not as dark as midnight
Not as soft as sunset
Not as calm as sunrise
There are no birds
I don’t know if there is wind or rain
Warmth or cold
I am in my dark room
Laying still hoping and praying that my body will concede
Rest and prayer
Joyful moments through the charged stillness keep me
Colors blur together
Reds yellows and blues
All make a symphony of an inactive home