Through The Window. Poem by SY Wong ...

Morning light through my window
the first light of gold
i long to feel its warmth after the relentless night rain
my plants are well taken care off i know
they swelled up now, nourished
for the time they are growing significantly
for a time, stunt.
now i am ready to face the uncertainties
i rode camels
i was on horses
sometimes walking against the wind
tried not to bend
my assets intact
my love
no excuses
'you re real tough', a voice told me
good, also tender like a bending flower.
gone tomorrow.