Monday Morning Confession

This morning I feel scattered and foggy--perhaps it's the third day of rain after a run of sun, or maybe it's my headache, or maybe it's because we began a wonderfully satisfying project together and had to pause again for the week.  Or maybe, as momma said, they'll be days like this.  On my walk I ranted for a while incoherently but now, even through the fog, I have two words: courage and dignity.  Live your day with these two things.

In this cottoned morning,
when everything,
even the fog-cloaked mountains,
hid clarity from me,
and I heard birds
but did not know their names

I remembered one thing:
Go out into this morning
and claim what is yours.
Towel mud from the dog,
boil kettle for tea,
do all that you must.