Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Clear Blue Morning


(I know, the photo doesn't represent a "clear blue morning," but I liked the way the light was hitting the clouds, the way the wind was dancing with the trees, the young leaves overhead, watching it all.)

Most of my life, I have not been a morning person.


Oh, there were times when I grudgingly enjoyed a sunrise, savored the cool morning air during the summer, enjoyed a hearty breakfast.


But most of the time ... my growing up years and my working years ... I found it a real struggle to get my feet on the floor again, to get my eyes open and in focus, simply to get moving. 


I had reasons ... or excuses ... but basically I simply was not a morning person.


Then I retired.


Admittedly, there was a period of transition ... weeks afterward in which I had a deep-seated feeling that I should be dragging my body off to a job someplace. 


But gradually I came around to accepting this new "freedom," this absence of a fixed schedule, except to the extent that I imposed a pattern on myself.


I soon learned the true meaning of "rattling around" ... with nothing in particular on the agenda for the day.


Then I started writing. What a discovery that was! I soon found myself looking forward to mornings so I could resume the activity of the evening before. 


There's just something about the quiet of the morning ... the brain so far uncluttered with details ... the imagination fully wound and ready to go.


Oh, what I had been missing!


And now, the poem:


CLEAR BLUE MORNING


How I savor
fresh dew
between my toes,
melodies
of light beginning
to seize me,
words gathering,
pencil moving
to claim a place
on paper, this.
© 1999
(originally published in Midwest Poetry Review)
Today's word: gathering

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