I woke this morning to birdsong and sunshine,
Rabbits trying to camouflage their desperate nibbling habits
In the tawny grass that pleads for rain.
I woke this morning, one eye at a time,
Uncovering clean sheets with my pedicured feet
and fluffing soft pillows damp with the night’s sleep.
Gently moving in the dawning day
I woke this morning to quiet and comfort and privilege,
Food and clean water and no ammunition
Destroying my person or home.
I woke this morning and wondered
What if someone else is gunned down or blown up or murdered,
[is there ever a non-senseless murder?]
I woke this morning and inhaled
The sweet fragrance of peace and justice, lingering from some unknown time.
I woke this morning and exhaled a prayer
For kindness, hope,
and the courage
To live in peace.