Matins
Rose early to view the sky turn
dark ash to peacock blue
paler by degrees to powder blue
then powder turned to lead
a cold heavy metal sky
and I retreated back to bed where
Ovid padded bedding properly
settled down to snuggle and
turning on his motor of attunement
commenced to purr
Oh the rumble of the inbreath in
the tuning pour of outbreath out
he played his instrument
maestro that he is
and plugged me into the day
so up and to the window now
the breath the ins & outs
the gentle reach gather pour
pulling Qi and from that muddy pool
summon up the sun
Gregory Bell writes because. He’s authored hybrid poetry book, Looking for Will: My Bardic Quest with Shakespeare and two award-winning plays. Honors include the 2019 Kowit Poetry Prize & 2023 Helen Schaible International Sonnet Prize. He facilitates Green Poets Workshop at Beyond Baroque, Venice, CA, is recently published in Scientific American, Gaia Lit and ‘In the Black / In the Red’ Anthology, Helicon Nine. Oh, and–whoa!–he has a poem on the moon with NASA’s Lunar Codex Project.
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