Change

It’s there when you wake up, waiting impatiently for you. A streak of sunlight down the street that doesn’t look like it did yesterday, an air in your lungs you haven’t felt all year. You step out, happily overdressed, run along a river promenade bathing in sunlight and yesterday’s melting snow. We laugh in the park and revel in birdsong, you know it’s too soon and the day will not last. But it is a gift, it is wrapped in sunshine and that smile on your face you know to be you, I am ready to carry the world again, I will pick the cup back up off the floor and I will let it
run
the
fuck
over.