In the first quiet stir of morning light,
I make a solemn promise to myself,
Fifteen minutes of gratitude, a gift,
To let yesterday’s burdens dissolve away,
And welcome the new day, clean and soft.

The next quarter of the hour, I move with purpose— Making my bed, cracking eggs, waiting as the toast crisps.
I vow not to rush the ritual,
But to savor the warmth of the day’s first sip,
Knowing this moment is mine to hold.

In the next space of time, my eyelids fall,
And in the stillness, I allow my mind to rest.
I gift myself the kindness of breath,
A meditation on silence, on peace,
Each breath a tender reminder to simply be.

The final fifteen I devote to my thoughts,
Unfolding visions, dreams, and gratitude,
Mapping the horizon of what might be,
As I rise with intention,
To greet my day and its untold potential.


— Sincerely, Boris