I am the first to arrive.
I find the table in the corner.
The wood one with the loose grain and medium stain
and cracks that run its length.
I burrow down here through many layers of care.
My coffee cools.
At 7:15 I see the first bluing of light between the building blocks.
I believe I arrive at acute consciousness.
She has one silver earring touching a raised shoulder
pushed up from folded arms resting on a wooden table like mine.
She says, it is Monday my dear,
I urge you toward simplicity.
I like what you do with words, Stephen.
Thank you Susan.
Beautiful reminder. Meditating on this need. Thanks!
this is lovely
Thank you Amy W.
Thank you Amy C. Lovely for you to say.
Thank you Stephen! Good to be reminded of this on a Monday morning! (I revisited the Inscribe blog just now and saw your comment.)
I’m with Susan… I like what you do with words. These ones too.
(Saw your comment in response to Violet’s posting on the InScribe blog).
Thank you Violet and Brenda. Truly appreciated.