on this January day,
sky flaunts willful, windborne
clouds. They resist the usual
palette – all but shades of gray.
At my window I return
to coffee and notebook,
like a fisherman intent
on what hides in the sea.
Hearts beat,
his and mine and the fishes,
and the rhythm
of unwritten poems.
Then, for a minute,
sky accepts the brush
of dawn.
While fish and poems
swim in secret places,
a hint of color snags
me at my desk,
the fisherman on the beach.
For a minute
between slate and silver,
we look up.
The sky is washed
pale pink,
and this is all
we need.
Title from “Revelation” by Jenny George
The Kingdom of Enough 
This is the most beautiful poem and a wonderful way to wake up reading such a treasure. Thank you Mary for your inspiration!
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Thank you, Lea. There’s nothing like a sunrise for inspiration!
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