Morning comes and I comb my hair,
removing the knots and tangles
from tossing and turning in slumber.
I wash my face
– hair pulled back in a soft tie –
caressing my skin with gentle hands,
cleansing away the grit that gathers over night.
I brush my teeth
– never quite the full 2 minutes ‘they’ recommend –
scouring away the plaque that builds between things.
I look into the mirror, affirming my being
and I smile, trusting the day full of possibility before me.
Sometimes it’s nice to just take pleasure in simplest things that affirm our being. This poem is about that.
When I am awake to life, I seem to appreciate the everyday much more.
[You might be interested in thesmallthings where I blog every Wednesday about simple little things that I appreciate.]
* The photo is of columbine leaves in the spring sunshine as the morning dew is burning away.