Stay the Mind each Morning
Before time enters your day, remain still, stay quiet
Time is unburdened by presence.
I shall sit with the luminous
joys of the body —
the stayed yet heavy hand of
regret & promise.
Don’t let mind & mouth form words.
Sit in the quiet of the pre-verbal world.
Isn’t that what birds tell us?
Is this not the plangent meaning
of lament?
Let shoulders drop & stomaches ease
(yes, that last syllable says ‘aches’).
A silent arm appears from the porch
next door. She flaps tea towels
in the quiet breeze, her morning chores.
This day started with announcements
from fir & cherry trees.
Do hidden creatures sing for me?
Such simple joy & warmth is the vestibule
of morning which fans like a hand
through corridors of the mind.
Who knows what unfolds in each room?
The doors are closed for now.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
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