February 18, 2011

5:59 a.m.

5:59 a.m.

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Waking

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My hand hits the alarm. The room is dark. I peel the blankets back and slowly push myself up. My legs swing sleepily over the edge of the bed. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I stand. My eyes adjusting. I turn and pull the blankets over the warmth of where I just lay.

I'm waiting for it.

Amazing Grace...

The church bells from a block away ring with song. The same song morning after morning. I walk the mile, the morning mile, to the bathroom.

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Freckled Bananas

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You'll make a fine banana bread. Soon. Very soon. Whole wheat. Virgin olive oil. Walnuts.

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Six Days a Week

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He pours. I pour. The pasta hits the collander. The water cascades. A flush of heat. Our glasses and the window fog. Reaching...reaching...the petals tense towards the steam that rises. The orphan orchid on the window's sill suckles at De Cecco's breast.

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One More

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One more day of work. The week's end. I silently egress from the city. It is too late to turn back when I have remembered that I have forgotten the grocery list.

7 comments:

  1. What a beautiful way to describe a Friday morning. It is the easiest day to do the morning mile to the bathroom, that's for sure.

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  2. Beautiful, Tracy. :-) You are such a poet and I love your posts so much. Your words quiet and settle me, somehow, and help me slow down and be grateful. :-)

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  3. Oof, Fridays are hard. Forgetting grocery lists is hard, unless you just give in to the whimsy of not having one. ;)

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  4. Fabulous writing style -I especially like the church bells:)

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  5. I love the idea of the morning mile. You write so beautifully that you even make waking before 6am poetic and wonderful. I hope you remembered everything on that list.

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  6. The sonorous church bells certainly must make it a little easier and a little more pleasant to put one foot in front of the other as you walk that mile.

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  7. lovely writing about those routines, the familiars...
    look at all those orchid blooms, poised to open!

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