Unable to comply just yet
with the top-down instruction
to move
get up
out of bed.
Instead, horizontal
passive protest.
Eventually, giving up the resistance
to just be.
Be the morning stillness,
hear the birds whispering softly,
feel the coolness of spring morning air
rushing in
to greet my skin.
As I rest there,
letting go of ‘just one more minute’,
these words appear
form themselves,
suggesting quietly
it’s time to get up
and write the day.
🌅
