I woke this morning carrying everyone I know
in the sling of my heart, then walked in my mind
through each room of my home noting projects
unfinished, noting my children resting in their beds,
their hopes and needs rising and falling with each breath.
I then remembered my meeting with the paper today, and
the expectations there, and so many other things too.
Classes to teach, breakfast to make, daughters to raise,
a husband to love, a world to save. You know. The regular.
A quiet fog adorns the morning sky outside my window
veiling my view of the hills so that all I can see is my
favorite Chinese maple standing in a green of glory,
so close I see dew on her outstretched leaves. A small
mercy today, the fading of my cares into the hills amidst
the fog so that all I can see is a single tree, so that all I
can consider is that the best gift I can give today-
is to be present, to be here. So yes, my Lily girl. I will
stop writing this post and ride my bike with you. Into
the youth of this morning. Into the clouded cliffs
made clear and bright by your side.