Glimpses of Sun on a Teacup

It is all for

Days like these -

Typing while the tea

Seeps and cools on the side, 

Crows with anxiety  

Raise cat eyes at the open window

Triangle breeze -

Enough of the world 

For now.

Everytime the clouds tease

A divine moment,

White fur rolls towards the 

Square of Sun.

There is no obligation

To 'be' any type of person -

Even yourself,

Scattered on the floor

Somewhere with your clothes -

You can pick up the bits you choose

Tomorrow,

Use the same cup

If you want. 

C. LJ Ireton 2023