Monday, May 19, 2008

In the Morning

I am awake early. Vacation has a way of doing that to me,
Once I catch up, then I wake naturally -
To the sounds of the birds and the first splinter of sunlight.
I like it early.
When my thoughts can quietly settle and a word of praise can pass through my lips.
It is our new day, I say to myself.
Your thoughts find me, still and beautiful.
I am here, I tell you.
But in the morning, I am still.
Find me dancing later, on my tiptoes
to greet you when you come home.

1 comment:

CMM said...

What a nice poem!