Poetry. Inspired by morning sun hitting the clouds outside my window.

Gaps in the Clouds

By Paul Klusman

This morning I rose early
My sleep it was in vain

To pass through dark and leave no mark

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

I settled in a chair while

The rest of the world was down

Save the horn of a train calling plain

From the other side of town.

Gazing out the window

To the windy void of nigh

No shape no hue nor little clue

Of life could reach my eye.

Then upon the distant horizon

Came slow a creeping glow

Night gave way to the promise of day

And the wind it ceased to blow.

Past the barren limbs of trees

The clouds hung still in the air

They passed the night into morning light

With colors pale and fair.

The sun brushed over the tops

Of the thin cotton canopy

Gapped and slivered it then delivered

Some hope now there to see.

A warmth it filled my heart

Beams of light entered the room

What gift of beauty what honored duty

The sun chased away the doom.

If ever you shall find you

In solitude or despair

Borrow this light against the night

And make your soul repair.

Borrow this light in plenty

Or when the day is gray

Keep it held in a locket in your hip pocket

And spirit the gloom away.