Morning Ritual: A Snapshot

It’s 6:04 on a Thursday morning, the last day of school for my district.
Like clockwork me and Spazzer, the marmalade cat are
Performing our morning ablations

I in lawn chair in a white robe with spotted menagerie
Of color
Shifting every other minute to keep the Internet signal
He at the screen door watching the bird feeder

The last of the ground coffee has become
Elixir for my Muse
Black, no cream or sugar
Medicine for my migraine

Air is warm and no one else is up
I have the mornings undisturbed
Heaven for my writerly soul

Marmalade wants outside to lounge
Stalk birds, squirrels but
It’s not in the cards
Time ticks slowly and then speeds forward
Car careening into the mist and humidity

My “office” is the back porch, the resting place
Of tools, crates, boxes, faded bored games
Miracle Grow and broken flat-screen
Desk is a cardboard box atop Styrofoam
An orange has materialized at the corner

I soak Van Morrison, birdsong and closed tiger-lilies
Into my gray and white matter
To use throughout the day

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