This morning, the moon, almost snow-white peeks in from the top of the window, And with a slight scowl on its almost round face it mutters, “Get up.”
And I wonder why the moon cares whether or not I get up on this frigid Sunday morning with snow blowing like hell,
as the cat slurps from her water bowl,
as the heat crackles in the cold radiator,
and as if on cue,
the ringing in my ears begins,
my heart thumps its thumpity-thump-thump
and I get a clue it’s time to follow suit,
time to rise and shine,
to fall in line,
to be one with life
and . . .
with a full body stretch,
a slog to the toilet,
a glance in the mirror, oy vey, it’s a new day.
Mr. and Mrs. Divine Wonder,
Thanks for never lying down on the job, I swear today’s the day I put both of you in for a long overdue raise.
Amen
