JAE ROSE

I stand at the window of my life. I am warm and dry and my stomach is comfortably full. Outside there is a small splattering of snow. I hope there won’t be ice in the morning. I am still worried about falling over. Perhaps all is well. Perhaps I am well. Perhaps it is better not to chase clouds or daydreams. Perhaps it is better not to seek dreams at all, but rather magical moments. Like the owls who sing when I awake at half-past two. Perhaps those magical moments will grow like flowers. Tiny leaves. Strong roots. Colourful petals. Of course there will be days when they struggle to thrive. When their petals drop off and they have to grow again. Such is the nature of life. And perhaps in understanding that I have reached a kind of epiphany. 

The stars shine bright

The moon is out in splendour 

I breathe and smile.