On Awakening

Quiet in the house,
sleep lingers, dreams climax
as dawn creeps into the garden.
Like Eve she steps out, expecting
and finding company,
a Power beside her.
She thinks of the calendar,
the issues, the challenges
seeking direction in her thoughts,
asking that self-pity,
dishonesty, and self-seeking
miss the bus, don’t catch her.
She mulls possibilities
finding answers arise,
lifting heads like baby birds.
For thoughts and decisions
wise answers bob up
like morning glories.
Inspiration comes, easy, comfortable,
so often she expects it,
relies on it. As time draws near
for the house to wake
she pauses once more,
asking to know through the day
the next right step.