Hotel Room Window

A fresh orange, a cup of coffee

Warm morning sunlight breaks through the white drapes

Of a cold, lonely winter morning.

I look back to the bed, and see a pale thigh,

A tussle of wavy chestnut hair,

Entangled within the nest of floral print bedsheets

Turning to stare back out my hotel room window,

I realize that it will never be certain what the day may bring...

But in this moment, this quiet peace,

I take solace in the knowledge that everything is good,

And perfect,

And I smile...