Ode to a Boring Day

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

Upon pouring coffee, 
a long blank stare 
in the kitchen. 
Quiet and slow, only 
the birds are busy. 
Walk the dog, no phone, 
just the rhythm of steps.
Heel to sidewalk,
moving now. Noticing 
the light through trees,
letting thoughts slide on
hawk wings or the breeze, 
turning left instead of right,
meandering home, thinking
of small comforts–
water with ice,
laundry on the line,
butter on warm bread. 

Greg started baking bread! The future will surely include an ode to fresh sourdough.