We Get Up Every Morning

We get up every morning stumbling young and old
We think we see all that there is
We see the bed, the couch, the chair, the computer and TV
We go from room to room thinking we need to ready for the day
We need to shower and to dress
We need to grab a coffee on the run
It’s all because we have to be somewhere a definite time
How boring is this concept!
Ah, well … I disagree
How can one regret the beginning of the day when the sun comes out
Hugs us softly and hard
Reminds us that it will not last
That it could also hide and let the clouds come through!
And then the rain starts coming down, but look up
The rain has gone and let the sun come in again bringing its rainbow real or imagined
To embrace us and to stay until the dark sky softly pokes and prods
And slowly does the sun make room for the summer moon
There it will stay until the morning dew pushes it slowly away
To let the sun come out once more
And then … we get up in the morning stumbling all of us young and old.

Anna Angelou