It is one of those mornings
my house is in order but
my thoughts are not
I start three poems
I can’t get one thought to follow
behind another
My skin feels tight
I’m so grateful my clothes are all geranimals
so I can just where what’s on top of the pile
The radio takes forever to
move off of politics
and on to the weather
I pour milk over
mini-wheats and frozen blueberries
and fall on routine
waiting for my morning mind
to settle in
I like the geranimal pile of clothes...it sure helps when your mind isn't ready yet. Love the morning mind!
ReplyDeleteI like the way the thoughts did flow from one to another. This is a state of mind I find myself in often.
ReplyDeleteAh the balance of life, one thing in order while the other is not!
ReplyDeleteI'm slow moving today on the comments & reading Katie. Sorry! I love your thoughtful poem, getting the thoughts in order & I think I do the same thing in the am (first this, then that, then...) I like 'my house is in order but my thoughts are not."
ReplyDeleteI saw your comment at Bets'sBlog about Wonder. I'm about to finish it & will bring it into school by Thursday I think. It would be Wed., but I won't be at work Wed.
Thanks Linda. We'll look forward to it!
DeleteThe poem has the restlessness until the milk is poured. I like how you say: I can't get one thought to follow behind other.
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