Morning Practice

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.

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.




This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Morning Practice

  1. mitchteemley says:

    Beautiful crap! And I mean that as a compliment.

    Liked by 1 person

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

    Big hugs


    Liked by 1 person

  3. elizabeth daniel bickford says:

    Love this!!!!👍👍👍👍👍😘😘😘😘

    Sent from my iPhone


    Liked by 1 person

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