Kettle soap brush 
cup kiss sip
these six things 
are most mornings 
except of course 
when you’re not 
then it’s five 
I still do 
six but it
is not returned 
but sent out 
on love’s winds
to catch you 
wherever by surprise 

Standards routines
and discipline 
don’t just 
apply to 
managing life 
but also 
love too
being haphazard 
about love 
always results 
in chaos 
to maintain 
the hearts 
orderly peace 
know what 
never veer
and the 
who like 
a respectful 
guest will 
come to 
your door 

The morning 
sky today 
looks like 
a person 
wearing a 
robin’s egg
blue jumper 
opened an
over stuffed 
box filled 
with white 
packing peanuts 
that exploded 
hurling fluff
everywhere and 
sticking to 
every inch 
of that
unfortunate sweater 

I slept 
I’m good
mind clear 
heart open 
both available 
to engage 
all possibilities 
for isn’t 
that after 
all life 
and love 
and the 
joy of 
having both 

I’m tired
the kind 
that sleep 
can’t fix
I reach
deep down 
inside pockets 
that once 
held happiness 
now empty 
so sit
I shall 
and wait 
to see