Morning Sun Poem

I wrote this poem sitting on the rooftop in Israel in 2017. During my travels I visited the desert for the very first time and fell in love with the enchanting arid landscape. This poem is about how those experiences shaped me and healed a part of me that could only be seen under the desert sun.

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!