Up early to make coffee

I am more of a morning person than my beloved. Still, I am really not a morning person.

Up early

To make coffee

For my beloved,

To sit with him

Before he leaves,

Pour the coffee

Into his Bugs Bunny mug,

A dollop of cream.

Up early

To help him

Out of the haze,

Emerge into the light,

Kiss him out the door,

Then

Only then

Go back to bed.

Arriving early

I am learning new ways to navigate things like Convention.  Arriving early and establishing a nest is a new thing for me. It feels pretty good.

I arrived so early

The lobby was empty;

I reveled in the silence,

The sheer space

Before the fullness

Tomorrow.

Tonight I establish a nest

To return to

From the fullness

When the respite

Calls me.

Then and only after that

I will return

To the fullness.

Up early

Things (and people) show growth as they are made to show growth. Sometimes it's curly growth. Up early today, witnessing the curliness of things.

Up early,

I learn the curly willow

Is up early

As well,

Lit by morning sun

Shadowed curly

On the living room carpet.

Up early

I learn

Pussy willows green

In a different order

Catkins first

Then comes green.

Up early

I write this

In its particular order,

Somewhat curly

In its own right.

Timing

New meaning for the term "Low Sunday."

We arrived an hour late.

We thought

We were early.

The church was still dressed

For Lent.

The six or seven people present

Eventually told us

They had changed the time

Of worship

The week before.

We got there

For announcements

About the lawn.

After a year and a half

Without a pastor,

They have formed

A search committee.

Timing

Is everything

Or perhaps

Nothing.

Today begins again

It seems I have mastered the art of going back to bed for that extra sleep.  My beloved is winging his way to Denver to pick up our daughter, most of her worldly possessions, and a van.  I love them both. I am home, beginning the day again.

Today begins again

With sun

No gold leaves

But full sun the cat has found

On the bed upstairs.

I went back to bed

After the taxi came,

Fifteen minutes early

In the dark,

Early

A cardinal sin

For your 5 a.m. challenged soul

Especially when you stayed up

Rather later

Than you might.

Today begins again.

You are in the air

Sound asleep.

I am home.

I pay attention

To the cat

The turtle

One client this afternoon.

Today begins again.

There is sun.