Today I used the 30/30 prompt calling for a “Ten Things” poem.
10 things about this morning There are birds. An entire assembly welcoming the day from the bare lilac bushes outside my bedroom window. There is sun. Spilling through that window, because some lucky Saturdays it awakens before I do. There is coffee. No less enjoyed though it’s been made and poured by only me. There are dishes. Left drying on a rack after another meal spent with people I’m fortunate to make a home with. There is a table. Awash in morning light, and shadows cast from the chairs we use to make it a gathering place. There are cats. Greeting me with demand, but also affection. Possibly gratitude. There is a sweater. Once belonging to my mom. Slipped over shoulders that have yet to carry what she did. There is a message. From a faraway friend offering small but welcome news. There are seedlings. In need of water and attention. Patient in their want of a whole garden. There are words. Waiting to be fished from a mysterious stream that reliably flows, even when I’ve wandered far from its banks.