It is one of those alone mornings,
left in a house with a sweet dog and salty cat
left with a kitchen, bright sky streaming in,
left with a list of beautiful tasks
(I have tasks to do!)
left with a roof and warm wooden floors
left with a sunroom where water now freezes.
It is one of those alone mornings,
I turned off the radio
to confront a space of conversations.
Why did I say that? Why didn’t I say this?
What did he mean by that or she by this?
What should I do first? Why is it daunting to stand
with no one to hold my hands and pull?
Why me? - when the world needs us all to be present?
It is one of those alone mornings.
Self doubt sitting at my table -
Now that I have acknowledged you,
I’ll walk you to the door.