You hear the noises
of morning, the ritual
begins
Your neighbors start
to stir and to stir up
the light of day
You look out
onto the cold scene
at their bold efforts
Some seem eager
to meet, to greet
what's next
Others appear to be
dragging, unsure of
the test, theirs alone
One by one they rev
their engines to take
the next step
All will this day, in
various ways, make
a living
In habits memorial
each means to make
good on life
In the lap of luxury,
you face your own test
rising
To play hide and seek
with the perfect word,
silent, still, effortless
Letting the perfect word
find you this day
in every deed
