When I rose to greet
the day, I needed a
hoodie against the
cool of morning.
I re-laced my boots with
new strings realizing I spend
so little time with these
dear friends - thanking them.
I sat at desk to make my
map for the expanse of light
that spread before me
that would become my day.
I picked up words that had
been left out the night before
and placed them in homes
they would need for wholeness.
I placed delight in my pocket,
and thanks in my boot. I found
a small space above the fridge
for gratitude - after I dusted.
It was clear that joy belonged
in my sock drawer and wonder
on the mantel just next to
the candle smelling of blueberries.
Hope belonged next to the poems
of Rumi, and awe just inside the cover
of Heschel. Beauty I tucked behind
the ear of my beloved as she slept.
I was so blessed to have noticed
these simple incompletenesses
from yesterday that would need
my attention before my walk.
A small way of carrying what I was
given onto yet another path stretching
out from my here and now - one more
mile, a few more small steps ahead.
Another tidying up of my amazement
at being here again, fresh and alive.
A chance again to hide love just on the
inside of my pinky ring this new day.
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