Start at an unhurried pace
No need to be in an insane rush
Mellow with a slice
Of sameness and such…
A sugared grapefruit portion delights
Followed by a bite of buttered toast
Tastes the same as the other day
Yet internally I rave and boast
What is the fun of predictability?
It doesn’t broaden my range…
I look forward to reliability
No surprises or deflating change
There is still room for exploring
While being in a satisfied mood
There is no better way to start
Contentledly as a new day is viewed
Commonness is not a form of Iimitation
It is a measure that creates a blend
For perception… preparing for challenges
A launching pad upon which I can depend
When the day is done and I return home
I am met by my kitty cat… high-fiving me
A reassuring purr puts my mind at ease
Funny how ordinary things preserve sanity…
7/24/09
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Hello Theresa, I've been away from Poemhunter for a while - new faces and new work, especially yours is welcome. This is very well written and a pleasure to read. This is how a morning should begin... again, very well done. Warmest regards, CJ Heck