Sunny Morning Toes

We are there,
again.

We meet every morning

Same time, same place.

I greet her
She greets me

Neither of us speak
Or need to

But we know when she arrives.

Everyone knows.
It's big and it's loud.

And it fills the room.
Except,
it grabs your eyes
Not your ears.

And a little piece of your heart.

I would applaud
except,
there's more tomorrow,
and you never
clap

till the end.