In the first hours
Of rising
Words for no one
But myself
In those first moments of the day
With tea to drink, on my own
In the beginning of the new day
Sat solitary, in my morning meditation
After which
To prepare for the community of writers
To take tea upstairs to my lover
To bathe in a bath, prepared by one and the same
Then to hold onto the goodness
To find faith in those faithful friendships
To become that uniquely alive persona
Who is grateful for the love of love
