Impromptu
Occasionally the output from a prompt can be okay...
belong
beneath rain-heavy clouds caressing the horizon
I lift my pillowed head and wake to the flicker of sunrise
light cascading the hollow between the big trees
picking itself out in the puddles of last night’s storm
early morning is the break between days
that instant when I find out if I still belong
Who needs more than a few lines? ‘Flicker of sunrise…..picking itself out…..emotional with the last few words.