Kneel into the mouth of morning
Kneel into the wide open yawn of morning
Touch forehead to floor
How hard of bone meets hard of wood
Cranium winding down
To the quietest common denominators
Here is where you are safe
Tucked inside the early hour
Day is still dark and woolly
Going through its casual
Unwrapping before you
Go ahead and have it
Have all of it
Gift this skinny single jangling silver coined moment to yourself
Allow the slow becoming of now
Just you being
You and the close vibrations ticking
What you become
When the still rooms of your life
And their fabrications
Are left to hang untouched in the unnecessarily organized closets
That you are momentarily leaving
In order to find the place
Where you can float
Separately and enveloped
Turns out this cradle of stillness
Is all the answer you’ll ever need
Your hands not exactly pressing together to pray but
Not exactly unlike it
Either
Even when you have no interest
In any of the currently available gods
Ellen Goldbaum Kolin has been writing most of her life and recently started submitting poetry. Her first published poem will be in WailingandGnashing.com.
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