Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Book title

Somehow I know I have a book to write.  Like most things in my life, it is coming in dribs and drabs.  A jigsaw puzzle of perceptions.  Maybe a mosaic of perceptions.  Right now I have the title.

I awoke a month ago
With a book title.
I do not know
The exact content
Of the book.
Some mornings
I secretly hope
Someone else will write it
Whatever it is.
Some mornings
The book title sits with me
At breakfast
Over oatmeal and coffee.
Some mornings
It pirouettes
On the back lawn,
Scares away the squirrels and grackles.
Some afternoons it joins me
In the office
Under the altar,
Sits under the office window,
As I sit with clients.
Some mornings
I secretly hope
Someone else will write it
Whatever it is.
This is one of those mornings.

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