> jumping into life.

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morning sits.

the bell comes,
louder than the creek.
we tumble into our brains;
hardly have the echoes faded
and I am babbling. silent,
but babbling.

the jays repeat
their morning mantra.

I greet my fear,
my desire,
my anxious mind:
am I late?
too early? will my feet smell,
what socks
to wear,
will I have coffee, or tea?

not until the end bell rings
do i realize

i am awake.

[written 5/19]