Is There a Poem in Me?

I like to greet my day with coffee.

Water to chase it.

Sometimes I do a little stretching,

reaching from within for the

openness to the day.

Whatever it brings,

it brings.

The aim is to greet it all with the ease of presence.

After the cup of blackness is poured,

I open to the light.

No need for cream.

The lightness comes from within as

Inspiration visits me…

The printed word, cat in my lap, the occasional video

provide the outward nourishment and fuel.

I save the podcasts for the workout which is coming later.

If I am not rushing too much,

I sense a warm energy brewing

within my heart.

Percolating.

Up bubbles the question:

“Is there a poem in me today?”

The question arrives like a lovely perfumed spring breeze.

Usually sensing the invitation means

there is.

I become like a kid who has discovered a secret candy stash.

It is such a sweet discovery,

to be granted the words,

the package of a poem.

When this gift is received, all I can do is

offer myself to the empty page.

I am pulled by the need for expression.

But I don’t write immediately…

I pause and listen first.

A window opens and I feel the blessing of expansion.

The words start dropping onto the page.

As they drop down, I rise up.

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