The Grateful Un-dead
By Laura McCollough Moss
Good morning
wake to see another day
Stretch
Let's hear those feet hit the floor
Glad
to take dogs out
find clothes
shower
This ordinary routine
do you know how many
face life's explosions and would give
Anything
to feel normal
travel that familiar route?
Take this gift
pick up the scattered socks
stop for milk
make your deadlines
kiss those foreheads
and
and
Thank your lucky stars.
"Awake.
ReplyDeleteShake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see."
The Ghost Song, The Doors
within your first two stanzas (is that the correct use of the word? here, i'm trying to appear a knowledgeable poetry enthusiast and, well, may have totally squashed that appearance... but, hey, i ain't scared!) these lyrics flowed, ever nostalgic, through my mind.
thanks, again, for another reminder of "good grooming and hygiene... self-love and good manners" - what life is about.
oh. and a great start to today's "day of peace".