Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
I was going to write a long post of Thursday thoughts, and how although life has been a bit of a mess recently with family and dog and personal stuff…I’m doing okay.
But then as I took the bus in to work today, I was completely taken in by the fact that we have sunshine! in the morning! and it’s not 20 degrees!
I know I shouldn’t complain. I choose to live here. But man, it’s been a long winter and an even longer March. (Phone conversation the other day with a collaborator, she ended the call by saying, “Enjoy the March day out there!” which was, unfortunately, spot on…)
So today! Sunshine! 70!
Life is good.