Small Ceremony

when I sleep until six am
or thereabouts
I am oblivious
to changes happening
in this earth’s shadow or
in bright corners
which change from one
to another without warning
saddened as they become
dark with rain
or tenderly pleased as they
turn snow whitened and
then I am indeed surprised if
I am not
staggered in my bed
by them until I rise
and dull myself to plodding
through my routine
but instead
sit quiet and still with a cup of
good coffee and look
marveling
out the window

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onward,
T