First Thing Monday Morning

Prompt 21: Write a "back to basics" poem.

First Thing Monday Morning

Beep. Beep. Beep.
6:30 A.M.
Birds flirting,
Sun smiling,
in front of window.
Inside voice whispers, "Not yet,"
Index finger aim for
the letters that read SNOOZE.
Toss. Turn.
Ruffle mauve satin sheets.
Massage pillow.
Another toss. Turn again.

Fifteen minutes later,
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Eyes adjacent to ceiling fan.
Counting the number of spins.
Feet walk the ercu hooked rug.
Knees bend to pray.
Dear God,
Protect. Guide. Cover.
Me through another week.
As before, center me
in the direction of you.



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