Sunshine Window

After the storm
I stopped
breathing,
for a second,
or two . . .

In through the sky window
poured
a pale, clear wave
of new sunshine.

It danced
briefly,
across the kitchen counters,
snug up over cupboards
and touched
the green jungle
of plants . . .

Waiting there, patiently
to be reconnected
to the circle of life.
                               -Kurt Kristensen