Woke this Morning

I woke up this morning

and that should be good enough,

yesterday is gone 

like a brief wind

now it’s today,

and the whole day lays open

to whatever is possible

to one like me,

who seeks no fame

or that one great poem

content with living 

into the brief moments

that I have been given

that could turn to dust

as quickly as I woke this morning



Observe the world

take a walk

look at the sky

listen to the wind

watch the birds

see with the hearts eye

be intentional

then write about it

draw a picture 

capture the imagination

just write

don’t be too perfect

it only gets in the way

let the words work 

let them flow

for they speak

in the poets heart