Good Morning

by Charles Nkoho

The sun

is still making its way to the zenith,

forcing its light to scatter

through the canopies

standing in its way.

Some of that light

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gets filtered again

by the open window blinds

before whatever remains of the sunrays

softly lands on my face,

where it lingers

until I become awake.

“Wake up, my friend,” they seem to say.

“Today will be a beautiful day.”