An Ordinary Day
The morning sun is so bright and calming,
as I watch tiny particles dancing in the rays
performing in rhythm before me,
a ballet, of tiny faeries
filling the room with life,
beckoning me to get up
and create a new day.
But the morning sun is only the first word
on the page of this day-
a triumphant day-
the beginning of a long journey,
that pleads to be written.
At the start of my familiure day
I will stare out the window,
listening to the sounds in my flannel pj's,
leaning into the breeze,
ideas filling my mind I begin to write,
quiet as a opening tulip,
reflective as an aging mind,
anxious to write the words
this bright, breezy day
has to show me,
here through this window to the world
with it's dirty glass panes,
and sunny inspiration.
Come to the island!