What happens when you enter a new morning
from a small rift in the universe?
What sounds do you hear that you’ve never really
What does the light touch? And where does it touch you?
How does the world respond? How do you respond?
Away from clocks and old habits, how do you identify
– your hunger?
– your need for rest?
How do you satisfy your restlessness in this place?
How do you motivate yourself to push through
when night slides over you like a blanket?