Saturday, April 2, 2022

Poem: Gifts of a Morning

I wake to the warm caress of sunshine against the curtain of my eyelids, 

my body, the temperature of contentment.

 

Conspiratorially, my mind whispers, “You’re up before the alarm; reset it for later. Stay in bed longer.”

Amused, I whisper back, “You said that two alarms ago.”

 

Opening my eyes, the sliver of morning peaks through the real curtains. 

I give thanks for this precious, welcomed, experience of peace.

 

Even as kinks and creaks are gently stretched I realize,

peace still abounds; two more gifts found in the experience and in the realization.

 

Overflowing with gratitude, general and specific,

from here, I start the day.