What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
Posted on by stevendouglasblog
Mishearing, of rituals of mourning
I thought they queried, as if discerning
Some loss was still raw in mind, too unkind
In their ‘concern’. Will today again find
My first hour, like a cymbal crashing sleep
Into a wake, remind me that like this day
My heart will break, that breaking is time’s way.
Across blank streets breaks that yellowing light
Shows such an hour will not offer to fight
The obscure grey failure in the endgame.
Not mourning is intended. Sounds the same
But morning sometimes leaps up like the spring
You make out of bed. Sleep, refreshing thing,
Has done its work: urging we now refine
The metals used to make starting bells shine
As they ring out our morning’s ritual.
Feel the solid bond, Geoff, that fits us well.
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