I Get Up First in the Morning
Not because it isn't a burden.
In some ways it is, just as
anything that requires our
energy is a burden. So much
easier to stay at rest. That's
the law. But most nights I
set the alarm and most
mornings I swing my legs
over the edge of the bed and
engage the gears of my
autopilot until I find myself
somewhere in the middle
of my morning process,
brushing my teeth or feeding
the cats, suddenly aware of
the quiet that lives here in
our house, that fills the house
when we are sleeping, and
forgive me, I covet this
empty aloneness, this hidden
solitude. I swim in it with
long, slow strokes, I breathe
it deeply, I climb to the top
of it and look about. I am
the king of shifting light and
new shadow, the secret
emperor of silence, master
of all that is undisturbed.
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