happiness hazy through shutters

the innocents

sun pierces white wooden slats so that light scatters
like children playing outdoors when voices demand
they come in for dinner. the chosen leaves

touched by golden rays are transparent and thin.
i remember stepping over the door frame begrudgingly, but already
then i knew that duty precedes preferences.

now it's not so easily discernible, and duty shifts
as adults move the invisible rules in the grown up's own
chutes and ladders. some days the duty to myself and that thin

piece of sunlight called happiness hazy
through shutters is almost enough to empty the leaves of their matter,
that tangible weight. mostly the leaves are not transparent,

since mostly it feels like drowning. the fog
rolls in over hills like thick waves donning their caps.





----just a start to something, I don't know. I promised to post daily! I'm keeping my word.