Sunlight On a Windowsill

In those moments
when you feel
the unease –
I mean the disease –
of wondering if
what you’re doing,
or not doing,
is approved by
the phantom overlords
you’ve been taught to
conjure,
to monitor your inherent
untrustworthiness;

In those moments,
my beloved ones,
my adored ones,
remember this:

All it takes is one good
belly laugh
to scatter those phantoms
like the dust you see
in the sunlight
on your windowsill.

Yours Truly,
The One Who Formed You
from That Same Light

(Photo by Mikael Kristenson)