My phone says good morning to me, beside today’s temperature
there sits a happy golden sun throwing beams like an Egyptian glyph.
Past my phone, outside the window, the sun plays on the tall trees
where invisible birds peep and a breeze animates the leaves.
Of course it’s nothing my phone could convey (ignore the fact I’m using my phone to write this),
and often I have to just put the thing down and go outside to look around, to be a part of it.
I always feel better when I do, but then I come back inside to see what I missed,
and whatever trick of the light there was has now changed.