Seemingly appropriate, today's Writer's Almanac poem is entitled Morning by Billy Collins
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
I relate with the "Why do we bother with the rest of the day," when mornings are so glorious? I don't so much relate to the espresso part.
2 comments:
I'm not much of a morning person, but growing to appreciate them. 7am-8am is pretty quite at work and is a good time to get things done if I'm not too tired. Mornings are getting easier now that it's light out but that will change in a few weeks.
Well I am definitely not a morning person, but if I had to work full time I would start in the morning (that is the conclusion I came to after working nights). However, I can't get anything done before 10am because I am not awake - not sleepy, just not awake yet (I've always been this way - I'm my father's daughter). I try to save the mornings for more mundane tasks.
Now talk to me about nights... glorious night, where my energy reaches its peak and there is not a shred of sleepiness in me! With the beautiful moonlight and twinkling stars, and it's quieter too (for the same reason the mornings are quiet).
I'm glad we are all different... Makes this world more interesting. :-)
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