Every other Friday a woman arrives to help us begin again with a clean(er) home. While I am not an early morning person, when I do get up early, I appreciate it... eventually.
The morning holds
So much
To awaken to:
The cat asleep on the bed upstairs;
The family on the road somewhere
Between here and Ohio;
The woman who helps us
Begin again
With clean floors,
Clean surfaces;
The false blue indigo,
Curling in the clear glass vase;
It seems wrong to name it
False.
This morning holds so much
To consider:
True
False
The hum of the air conditioner
So many people
To pray for,
People on so many roads:
May they all arrive at the next place
May they all find home
Oh yes
Me too.
No comments:
Post a Comment