Michigan morning after a storm 
Standing tiptoe in socks to avoid leftover rain
This is meditation 
Flawless air in a colorless sky,
green 5 shades greener than the night before, 
the earth and I lighter after so many tears 

Smoke rings from the day’s first cigarette mirror steam from my caffeine Eucharist 
This is beauty and I am part of it, if only for the moment 
The day has not yet weathered me
I take from it this time, 
this energy,
this hope. 

reassurance that starting over happens one breath at a time 
And this home, this brick, this ground, this earth 
this flicker in the galaxy of existence  
Is all 
That matters 
….Yet. 
Mornings, I have misjudged you