This morning is my favorite morning so far:
an east wind rustling through wild onion blossoms
just coming up, pale purple and thin. I wake
up from another
morning after, warm light—warm skin. Everything
west-facing: witness the end of another
era, another life, another inside
whispering to me:
I don’t smell sweet, but I flavor this soft green.
Every dish lately is savory—I want
sweet melody echoes, a karaoke
tongue: sing another’s
final praise song for a lover, bittersweet
tasting with all of your mouth. This morning is
my favorite morning so far: a little
taste of tomorrow.
Caroliena Cabada writes fiction and poetry. Her work has been published in Hawai’i Pacific Review, Elysium Review, ONE ART, and elsewhere. Her first book of poetry, True Stories, is available from Unsolicited Press.