Sunrays

Vermont Christmas 1983

I’m huddled in this old stuffed chair

sipping strong coffee,

peering through the twelve paner

into the aged maples.

The sunrays find my old mill house,

stream through the windows,

light on me in my chair, warming me.

I’m alive again.

I’m lost in the light and feeling,

overcome that they came so far to reach me.

Recently, miles and miles away

I was sitting in another chair in another room.

Unexpectedly, another sunray came and lit on me

and made me alive again.

I still bask in her light.

I can still feel her warmth.