Morning Minds
In the morning, I wake up
Mourning doves coo me awake

With a list of tasks
A new day.

Running through my head.
I think I will sit

I had better get them written down
For a while

Before they disappear.
On the porch with my coffee

There are phone calls
And watch the green.

I need to make
It embraces me these mornings.

Most of them
Who am I today?

To people I don’t necessarily
Where will the green

Want to talk to.
Lead me?

But I should.
Ahh,

I really should.
I wonder.

By Maria Brady-Smith, from Light of Recognition

Photo by Mike Smith