STEALING MY MORNING
It’s the morning light that teaches me gratitude
everything just as I left it
waiting, fresh and familiar
Out of the window, the dewy-new garden
has grown more beautiful through
the resting night into the nourishing light
My lovely’s familiar lump in the bed
comforts me that I am still loved
even though he knows me so well
It’s the cats who show me that happiness can be found
in a sunny puddle in the middle of the room
All of this before my first sip of morning coffee
Reminding me that I can still find peace
in this troubled and troubling world
And then into the town
Bombarded by billboards
urgently shouting to acquire, to escape
The huge, defiant and angry cars
The harried people, ears and eyes distracted
wilfully absent
It’s here that I find it hard to keep despair from
stealing my morning’s unruffled ambition