by Donna Hilbert

So intense, the morning sun
through stained glass
panels of my bedroom doors,
the lenses in my glasses
resting on the nightstand
have darkened in response.
(I won’t mention the play
of pink and purple light
on the walls!) My first
thought as I awaken is lucid:
my life is perfect. I bless
this fragile moment then arise
to the day which might
prove otherwise. 

SOURCE: “Sunday Morning” appears in Donna Hilbert‘s collection Traveler in Paradise: New and Selected Poems (Pearl Editions, 2003), available at