Wonder

Time was – a slow awakening: the day
lay colourless before the hour, done up
in streaks of purple cloud. The curtains wide,

the windows open, in the silent room
the world regained its senses, slowly, like
a woman waking up to promised joys

will stretch herself and smile, with in her face
a hint of welcome. Somewhere far away
a car hummed past, an insect's tiny tale

of new proportions. Overhead, the light
grew brighter, and each detail of the room
fell into place; all sights and sounds conspired

to fill me with the wonder of the day,
that, while no different from all others, felt
as if some sleeping grief had gone away.