Every Morning
My new cat is unusually polite: she waits for me to wake up. When I do, she runs to the kitchen. If I don't follow fast enough, she runs back to get me. 'I'm so happy,' she says in body language; 'Now we have breakfast!' After she has eaten, she plays with one of her soft toys, batting and chasing it all over the house. I sit down with my coffee and cereal, and pick up my magic stone. It is one of the special stones I collect, with remarkable colours or markings or shapes, that I find on roadside or seashore. This one, I have inscribed with a sigil. I hold the stone high in my right hand and intone the mantra I created to empower my writing, the mantra which the sigil represents. I am telling the universe my desire for my poetry: that it be healing, that it be read. I eat my cereal fast. I sip my coffee slow.
on the path
I kick up a stone
heart-shaped
Written for Haibun #15 at dVerse: All Things Quotidian. We were asked to write a short haibun (one prose stanza, one haiku) about the everyday. What is everyday for me might not be so for all others!
Lovely. I so enjoyed reading about your everyday morning.... Lovely to read it while I had MY morning coffee, with my kitten Louis (named after Louis MacNeice) sitting here with me, purring.... I loved the mention of how polite your new cat is.
ReplyDeleteSuperb. Thank you Rosemary. Your poem is a gift.
ReplyDeletejust beautiful, Rosemary
ReplyDeleteThanks Rosemary - I too love the 'everydayness' of the morning, and the warm take on heart and stone.
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