Morning Sun

I wrote this poem in Israel in 2017. It was on this trip that I visited the desert for the first time and fell in love with the quiet I found there. This poem is about experiencing that abundance of nothingness and how I was transformed under the desert sun.

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I wake up and slip on the morning sun

I rummage through the golden world, burning

Feeling full of things that don’t exist

I am the voice inside my head,

at last!