i am unhappy.
here comes the anxiety.
the seasonal affective disorder.
I want your tears in my mouth,
your pale glow complimented by the moon.
the extra don’t let go in the curl of your fingers.
cold wind whirling your aroma.
the low bit of your voice when you call.
There’s so many ways to say…
this is me.
Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.