The Serene Philosophy Of The Early Morn’ Is Steadying

Hope is a strawberry plucked in the barely light of morning and while no words could do justice to describe the void that was felt, she managed a smile and resumed her daily chores.

“I just wish there was some way I could come and visit you; I mean it’s been nearly two years since the last time we saw each other,” Sanaya spoke with a fervent sigh while washing the dishes during one late afternoon.

“It’s just a matter of few days. Any news on the job front?” Sarah smiled and finally managed to untangle her earphones.

“Not yet but I am keeping my fingers crossed! Did you happen to see the new movie that’s making waves at the box office?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Get this, a photon is going through airport security, the TSA agent asks if he has any luggage…”

Sanaya after putting aside the dishes goes deep into contemplation and then suddenly yells, “No, I am traveling light,” which resulted into fits of laughter on both ends.

The days turned into months until July finally poked its head out and became the bearer of good news.

“I still can’t believe it!” Sanaya jumped up and down accidentally spilling some coffee on her dress, the feeling of excitement and relief was palpable which replaced woe and poured freely into her verse. 

Today I leave home.  I leave a place that has been my childhood cocoon. I have unlocked the door to new beginnings.


Photo credits: Olesia Buyar, Unsplash

Story birthed from the poem Epistle To My Future Self ~

Posted on Pantry of Prose @ Poets United