oh quiet morning

slowly waking to the sky glowing

the sun rising but not yet seen

the cat hastens the process in search of

his first meal

I wake, I feed, I throw on some clothes

and drive to get a coffee

the morning is quiet and

on my return home I wonder

relaxed as I am

where is the ruler by which I measure my day

measuring up...as my therapist suggests

but in so far as that goes, a brilliant idea that she has

i've decided to write my ode to this quiet morning

and now to get on with my day...

so much to do, and work I am grateful to have.