This morning first thing
I am wondering why the train outside my window
is so very loud
disturbing the softness
of my slumber
This morning first thing,
I am looking to the puffiness of eyes
and the stiffness of
hands
that seem to be begging
for
a kindness and not
a scorning
This morning first thing
I am fighting apprehension about
a job
I cannot command
and sitting with feeling
it is
pecking
small holes
This morning I am sitting to coffee
alone
whilst willingly sinking into
a soul-nourishing delight
of a
book
This morning I am thinking of a grandmother
whom I did not know
so well
but with the advantages of
age
of all the questions I would like
to have
asked
This morning I am
looking out at the glory of early light
dancing on blades of grass
and thinking of words like
resplendent
This morning I am marveling
at a fine summer’s day
disguising itself as July
even though it is
actually a rather glorious
October
This morning I am watching a black squirrel
scramble up the crab apple tree
beside my window
himself in search of treasures
presenting themselves
as
golden apples
This morning I am
making muffins for my daughter to take
with gifts to a friend
a new mom
and babe
each in their own kind of
beginning
This morning I am thinking of recent conversations
with my own Mom
and how much she now sounds just like
her own Mom
and thoughts of how I know this
will all
come back
to haunt
me
This morning I am easing out of
questions
and allowing for
answers
to reach me as they
will
gently and in their own
time
This morning I am letting coffee
go cold
as I wander through senses
thoughts
and beautiful bits
of
sunshine
This morning I am quiet reflection
and gratitude
I am surrendering and
forgiving
I am loving and caring
and I am
peace
This morning first thing,
I am
once
more
waking
easing
allowing
and
becoming ♥
“Let’s be in awe
which doesn’t mean
anything but the courage
to gape like fish at the surface
breaking around our mouths
as we meet the air.”
~