Quiet Morning Thoughts

Andrew Wyeth's “Chambered Nautilus” (1956)

In the quiet of the bedroom, silence lays like warm, soft blankets
This waking moment opens the door to a flurry of visions behind closed eyes
They fly one to the other with a speed that fights my weary soul
The stillness is invaded by the cacophony of life moments
Bouncing like dodge balls off the curves of my brain
Sifting through endless memories like a messed up rolodex
Out of order, each one leading to another disjointed connection
Worry, happiness, angst and learning... learning in it all
Find the lesson, look...
Slow the thoughts,
Examine the corners
Look and see,
Really see,
See with clear eyes unfettered by "if only's"
Quell the emotions, stuff them down for a blink, another quiet moment,
Tuck them momentarily away into a easily reopened drawer
They have a purpose, but not just now, now when I need to see
Look again, emotional tethers cut, and see behind them
The message is revealed to a careful eye
Regrets and recriminations cast over for a greater understanding
The soul learns, feels, forgives and lets go when given permission
Give permission
Learn
Forgive
Try again
Open the drawer
Rub tired eyes
Feet hit the floor
Stretch
Join the world whole again