The Morning Routine

Photo by Sylvie Tittel on Unsplash

The night shifts away as the bright yolk of the 

Sky casts its light through loose drapes.

With the sun’s natural alarm, 

I awaken, stretching my

Arms and legs under a warm duvet.

The early gleam easily supplants

The stupor left from the previous nightfall. 

Outside, my neighbor’s chicken clucks its morning song 

Loudly, defiantly, and admiringly, 

With no care or worry to be had. 

I daydream of the sparse remnants of my dreams

Smiling to myself at the nebulous vibrancy of them all.  

Before my feet snuggle into fluffy slippers. 

Before the splash of milk hits the glass bowl. 

Before the kettle boils with hot water.

I lie here filling my heart with gratitude, 

Acknowledging the softness of each breath. 

Again, a new day has arrived.