Poem: Time to See

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Time to See

Sunlight comes through the window.
The wooden bowl casts a shadow,
beautiful, simple.

This morning, again, you are in no hurry.
Your life has slowed down and there is time
to see.

About this poem. 

In the last week or two, I have been seeing differently. Seeing more. In the snippet of the world I am living in, and in myself. Not everything about this time of quarantine has been negative.

Tom

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