Knotty Pine Ceiling

How many times have
I stared up at you
In the silence of the morning
Lying on my back in
The tractor rays of warm
Sunlight coming through
The eastern windows

I love your imperfections
I love your knots
They give you character
That makes you stand
Out amongst the rest
I trace your knots
Like constellations
That hold the mystery
To my own knots