Gratitude
Morning hunger gapes but
never wants
for a pot of tea, and
oats sweetened
with honey, milk and
cinnamon
while the cat leaps to a
bed of sunlight
on the verandah, and I
arrive
at this page, prepared
by breath and light and
nourishment
to linger for an hour in
daily practice
as necessary and
reliable
as the garbage truck
roaring by,
keeping things in order.
Delightful - this made me laugh :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this, Jill. Lovely last line.
ReplyDeleteI too have enjoyed this Jill. For me it has a sense of centeredness.
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