At morning light
One eye opens
A blue-black dog penetrates
With quizzical curiosity,
noses in …
Awake? Yes, yes..
No no…
Unsure if dreams and the cool,
cave of sleep are ready
To flee the night’s rest,
Not sure of doing more than rolling over.
The eye takes in a slow dawning of perspective:
One big friendly face nosing from the foreground,
A dog eyed stare of wonderment,
A sandy beach background and a calm sea floats before the lazy eye to the horizon, numbed to the softening grey, white light
Obscures morning.
A scene for recurring reverie
meets this quiet moment,
brings a gentle smile and
opens the day
before the rigamarole piles in.
At daylight
covers no longer comfort,
Elbow shades eyes from the call of day.
Legs stretch side to side,
Touch the warm edges of materiality,
Feet slide to solid floor
Assure a firm foundation to balance awakening
Step forward in ritual confidence
Time directs appointed events
Patience straddles plans
Tasks engendered by habit align
As the day rolls from routine to meet circumstance.
Break fast with slow intent,
Black tea brews
aroma enchants
Puts off thinking.
Dog pants for bones
Demands attention
Step outside
Greet the summer air wet with dew
Scents offer blessings
Crepe Myrtle dangles bright red, and still,
Black-eyed Susan’s beckon the sun
A new day smiles at possibilities
Soon heat drives all decisions
The sad consequence of human ambition
By afternoon light the day prays for night.
Daylight ends with thanksgiving
Sunsets are toasted with wine and cheese,
Revelry gladdens hearts eager for cool air,
Shirts open to the breeze
Smiles widen as shadows stretch over terrace and lawn
Children swing with glee
Parents nod happily
Celebrating survival of another day’s heat.
Night once a time of trepidation
Now offers relief from poor vision.
THH
7/25/25
Thoughts Have Hands 