the blue muse

today i opt for silence in the hours after dawn,
watching sunshine seep into corners with the fortitude of cheer

blueberries and oatmeal tinged with cinnamon
for breakfast and the hope that this
forever headache will give up the ghost soon

i am late in everything,
my day started slow and foggy-brained and
i listen to the clock on the kitchen wall ticking,
wondering why i don’t hear it more often

remembering that i’ve forgotten something
a certain paying attention
a way of moving through life
without all the clamor

maybe tomorrow i’ll try harder

today
i have this bowl and
i am here
bathed in the same sunlight
as this flower

mirror mirror
all alone

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