Morning
By Don Iannone

She swallows me whole
in the amber sun
...gently beating on my window.

There's no escaping her grip
...tighter than a vice clamping...down
...silencing...my throbbing heart.

I lose myself
...for a fleeting moment--
that seemed...like an eternity.

Everything changes...when
you surrender all you have
to the start of a new day.

Gloriously helpless
...I turned over
what I had left...to her.