IN THE TIMELESS ETERNITY OF GOLDEN LIGHT

Awakening, the golden July

sunlight

               gives little indication

at which moment in the day

I have surfaced;

                           it could be

anything between mid-morning

and late evening, this brilliant

light beyond the windows,

its spears through the rooms.

I get up, 

              pick up

and pull my trousers on,

shambling into the kitchen fill the jug

of the coffee machine

with water, dish out the ground

coffee, turn the machine on

and leaving it running pour

and drink juice a glass of juice,

a mix of strawberry and raspberry,

visit the toilet, and back in the kitchen

pour the black

liquid into a mug

                              still adrift

in time

             after all these mundane

acts,

        standing in the spear of light

I give up,

                take my phone

and flicking it on

I enter the stream of defined time

again. 

           18:56.

                      I have slept

about eleven hours,

                                 and now

the light loses its timeless quality,

becomes the light of evening

and the landscape outside

accordingly shows its lenghening shadows,

evoking the coming night -

as do my thoughts, my mind

taking its cues from my surroundings,

the mind that briefly floated

in the timeless eternity of golden light.

03.07.2025

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