Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Morning Enlightenment

morning wraps her arms around my consciousness,

thoughts fall into a mental abyss  like dead leaves,

dropping onto the ground after a southern fall harvest,

mornings have always lived in the night's imagination

until they are released to the early risers who

cannot sleep or have had too much of it;

mornings open the door to new opportunities

fueled by the energies of breakfast and dissipate

throughout the day as reality blends and entertwines

with those forces that move counter-clockwise...

dreams become the chores of tasks that muct be

accomplished before the setting sun... and, for an

idealist who likes a jury of their peers, has no

reasonable doubts...  life can be narratively 

troublesome and formiddable...  mornings take root

in our mental basements moving upward as the light

progresses from one side of the imagination to the

other, never retreacing its own footprints in the life

that has been given to us although it may replay a few...

a deja vu for the soul...  mornings are always rather

approachable for me when it is only me and the

atmosphere of light that has not yet arrived...  yet,

there is a little hint of enlightenment that is shared

with me befofre it makes its first appearance.


9 October 2021



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