What thoughts come:
just another day?
a repeat of the day before?
or a welcome adventure?
What sentiments arise:
renewed?
riled?
grateful for a new day?
What actions are carried out:
robotic ceremonies?
fresh strides?
attentive moves?
Yes, it matters
how one gets up
each day in the morn...
a peaceful mind
a joyful heart
a body nourished-
In grateful chorus
to greet life from
within and without.
*a poem began in May 2 and finished on June 7 in Georgia with my sister and her lovely children.
