Morning Practice

by Joan

It all began with 

my morning cup of coffee.

I breathed in, offering thanks

for its warmth and smell.

I breathed out and noticed

the dog poop on the floor.

I breathed in and noticed

its warmth and smell.

I breathed out and tried 

not to curse.

I breathed in and offered

thanks for all

pooping creatures everywhere,

but that was a stretch too far.

I breathed out 

and the mess in me got up

and greeted the mess in the room

with water, soap, and paper towels.

                                                                                             JDG

 

 

This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Morning Practice”

  1. mitchteemley says:
    April 15, 2018 at 11:11 pm

    Beautiful crap! And I mean that as a compliment.

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  2. john flanagan says:
    April 15, 2018 at 1:04 pm

    Joan
    This has such a ring of truth to it and i can identify completely

    Big hugs

    john

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  3. elizabeth daniel bickford says:
    April 15, 2018 at 2:38 am

    Love this!!!!👍👍👍👍👍😘😘😘😘

    Sent from my iPhone

    >

    Liked by 1 person

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