I look up startled by a landscape unfamiliar.
It shouldn't be, I have sat here at this table
Many times, drinking coffee, listening.
Today though, it glows, sunrise through clouds.
Unfamiliar, yet the same, but I don't know you.
This landscape of rose, hazy, special and maybe
This is the problem. The familiar loses its ability
To become a sacred surprise and I have learned.
Once again, pay attention! For the sacred and
The ordinary always collide, watch and wake!
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