Do not stay down.
Drink your coffee and tell me a story. Tell me how you won’t be so anxious today, how you will wrap your arms around the morning like a baby, fresh born. Tell me how you will hold it and feed it at your breast, love it though you don’t know who it will be quite yet. You don’t know what it will do or say or take or give. Tell me how you will love it just for dawning.
I love this day just for dawning,
for climbing up in the thick morning,
for moving the clouds and the pages,
for bringing mercy, fresh white, well fitting.