i saw her the other day, a reflection of my former self, before the burdens of the day ate away my ability to continue with out the captivating help of my ritual brewing caffeine. 6am here I am.
I say eats, and quite precisely time is like inches, moments are consumed as the obligations grow. The child is coughing the dog needs to go out, and on and the 6 o'clock alarm i set has yet to dispense it's helpful reminder. 5:57, 5:46, 5:24, ........... weeks later I'm waking up at 4:03 and praying to sleep in till 6.
but I remember Her, when I sprung out of bed charged with newness of my own existence. Every little girl should wake up birds singing outside her window. I've never heard of a happier childhood.
Those hands. An older lady, working at the grocery story had hands like mine. I'm not that old! Do I look like that? I know women my age who can still pass for ....early twenties.
The day is coming. These responsibilities, will not be so. but I will still be tired.
For today I'll have one grand adventure, I am right in the heart of it all, no longer wondering what the future holds it's here and I can still make it last.
....after this cup of coffee.
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