Patterns and surprise
Poets love patterns and surprise
and I get both each morning
a routine and a shock.
I wake at six and think some thoughts
excitement rising all the while
(I woke up! I get to live another day!)
and meditate and feed the cat.
I celebrate routines and rituals
and habits and models and clocks.
Outside now in my bare feet
under a sky that’s a child with a secret
that won’t be a secret for long
I do t’ai chi in the same old place
in a world that is new every day
(is it frosty is it misty is it rainy is it fine?
Am I in South Georgia or Geneva or Fiji?)
Surprise! Surprise! It’s a brand new day.
And when I’m finished I swallow the sky
and I say, “Good morning world.
I am still with you!”
or “Thank you for having me!”
or “What can I do for you today?”
Rachel McAlpine (c) 2019