This morning I will read poetry
commune with the trees
feed the hummingbirds
and pull a few weeds
from the garden.
Make coffee
and eat toast with jam.
I will light a candle
for my holy mother
and the firm ground
on which I stand.
I will clip some
flowers from the garden
with deep gratitude
for their sweet offering.
I will drink tea
and eat chocolate.
I will take the garbage
to the dumpster
I love the word
dumpster.
I will pause
when something
shows up afraid
and needing my attention.
I will make time
for the trees
who have always
made time for me.
I will rest
when I’m tired
without needing
a reason beyond the fatigue.
I will sink deeply
into my unmade bed
and leave the window wide open
to the gentle breeze outside.
I will wake rested
with time for what’s next….
© Candace Kirby