Adrift

The rays drift in, 

finding enough 

space to gather 

together, form 

an angle of light, 

an island adrift 

that leaves 

the room cold 

in comparison.

….I sit, adjacent,

dimmed by sunset,

but my soul travels 

over, pools 

with the huddled

warmth, and imagines

the sun rising…

tomorrow.

—C.L. Fisher, July 2021

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