Her only precious possession was morning.

The first few seconds upon waking,

 

feet still in the land of the dreaming.

Those few sacred moments of stillness

 

before the world around surrounded her

reappearing in predictable sound and color

 

to force her into the structured daylight

a day when she was to lead

 

the one expected of her.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken on my trip to Italy, summer 2016.