This morning, waking up and preparing
to do
what I do each day, a bowl of
cereal before me
and the caffeine of coffee to jolt
me awake,
this slow drink slowly drunk to
keep me here,
leisurely enjoying the quiet of the
morning
amidst the litany of bad news
broadcast,
the robins are speaking outside my
window,
calling out to each other and
responding back,
a conversation overheard in my
eavesdropping,
hearing them, brought into their
dialogue to welcome
a new day, this new day renewed
renewing me,
the robins and I welcoming the
morning sun
arising on us all, preparing to do
what we do each day.
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