I turned my back to the sunlight in the doorway,
The shadow glistened on the ground;
A sad picture.
I sat with cold coffee,
My companion; a newspaper, and household pets
Filled the void.
I ran into the shade of a broken tree,
To save my shirt from quivering drops
of heavenly tears.
I ran ahead of my life, away from myself.
Now I see the red curtains like a sky
With its damask cheeks, grinning at me.
I see the pawns of Chess- valiant warriors
Strutting on the board, knights-at-arm.
I see poetry, with each living breath.