Meta Me

I have a secret — I am not who I say I am…

(A love letter to my body…)

Photo by pixpoetry on Unsplash

A murder of crows takes flight into the morning sky, as the new day unpacks itself.

Me, like a bear, stumble from my slumber.

Rubbing my eyes, I let the dog out.

Barefoot, I step out with her. I am instantly engulfed by the warm morning.