So Begins the Day

By Jen Payne

the 3am

sanskrit chant

has nothing

on the bird chorus

that begins

two hours

into my day

(the sun is silent)

cat fed

preened

and napping now

sounds of:

coffee

laundry

machines that ding and buzz and chime / winding, winding, winding / morning shift / sounds the start / the race!

Poem ©2017, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month, 18. Image: The Morning of the Planet, Sabin Balasa.

2 Responses

  1. gatodicima

    I love this one, Jen… Somehow I really connect with “winding,” although I have no idea why. And that’s the best thing, isn’t it – connecting when not “knowing”?

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