DAWN

Things disappear
as she sits at her window.
The fears she felt yesterday
flow away and vanish
like swirls in a stream.
Every single worry
wanders past her house,
silently waves, grows fainter,
and fades away.
Tasks she felt responsible for
lift off from the branches of trees,
soar into the sky,
and disappear.
Jobs she absolutely must do
drift above her house
like insubstantial clouds,
and then are gone.

She feels the planet quietly rolling
as she readies her coffee.