It’s nine am and I am almost awake
No alarm
Just starting my coffee
Been up for hours.
What is going on?
I tried to sleep in
I laid there alone
The fire still crack’ling
The dog still asleep.
But change can be abrupt
Seemingly without flow
Little poetry to it
All story.
I had a rhythm
I had seasons
They have been disrupted.
They were not fun
They were not good
They were not healthy
But they were a rhythm
And now they are cracking.
And there is no poetry to it
It is ugly and abrupt
And so I am almost awake
At nine in the morning.
This is a change
A Soul's Walk 