there is a certain kindness in the air this morning
where the sunrise steadily enchant the world
with its graceful beauty
day after day
as if nothing had happened
nor changed
and yet
nothing is
ever the same
underneath the kindness
is running a river of apprehensions
not
that there is anything particular to apprehend
but as the simple consequence
of an old habit
may the day
let its kindness embrace
the river of habits
and allow it to run
into the ocean of love