The Light

these days

comes in slow and stretches up the walls

washing the night away

making long shadows and

straight lines out of books and shirts

and even the tomato plant on the window sill

until everyting

including myself

is bathed

in what can ony be describes as a heavenly glow

all the dust suspends in speckles

like glitter

and i can’t help but feel

like spring is casting a spell

and i

am enchanted

i am stretching with the light

shaking the winter out of my bones

and that hard knot

between my shoulder blades

is slowly softening

in preparation for

e x p a n s i o n

~ Jeanine

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