Morning

Morning

I’m alone with my trusty self

Settling yesterday on a dusty shelf

Silence shares this solid hour

With an icebox thrumming power

Shards of noiseless banality

Settles confusion quietly

In breaking fast with care

This restoring repast is rare

The strained beans enliven

The gastric juices thriving

The task of living fitting

Happily untouched by sitting

Darkness tended to mending

The nightly brokenness ending

I sit with inner pain

Silently reclaiming sane