ambrosian oatmeal

Photo by Jocelyn Morales on Unsplash

ambrosian oatmeal settles on my tongue

and for a minute moment, honeycomb and

cinnamon distract me from the sunbeam

reflecting against exposed skin.

a songbird hums a melody

that challenges melancholy and

i remind myself to take my sticky sweet time.

the month is june and summertime is abloom

but i am not in tune. light aurifies

everything around me and

i feel so humanly empty.

the crimson brick demolition is

a work of nonfiction — each layer

wrapped up in premonitions.

i sip on amber coffee

and step away from the window.

i’m trudging through a season like

a neverending lull and i hope i hope

i hope someday i catch a glimpse of

a soul allowed

to be whole;

to feel full.