Perspectives...
Me:
Some mornings,
the sunrise is so spectacular,
I can't help but sit by the window,
open my laptop,
and let the words come pouring in.
Pishi:
Some mornings,
the sky clearly knows I’ve awakened.
It dresses in brilliance,
pours gold across the floor,
and says,
“Yes, Pishi.
The world is ready for your words.”
So I stretch,
yawn,
and allow my editor to open the laptop.
The magic flows from there.
