As pink light seeps round the edges of the shades and wakefulness stirs the pot of thought and imagination, the words come in a stream,
and I catch them somewhere between my listmaking, my dozing, and my stuttered prayers, and
I grab my pen and pad and write,
write fast before–evanescent–the words dissolve in the piling up and speeding up of minutes
that bring with them not only the rising sun
but rising obligation.
***************(Okay, since I was moving fast this morning and put a sunset up instead, here’s my repentance in the form of a true sunrise! 🙂 )