A New Day
my grandson wakes up early, excited
on the first morning of our weekend trip.
look grandma, a boat, a bridge...
can I go out and wade in the water
run across the bridge, then ride on the boat?
i'll be good, eat my cereal, drink my juice, please, please.
(not necessarily in that order, I thought. I'm not his mom
so thank goodness, it's not my decision to make.
but his mom and dad are sleeping late, and grandma
is as excited as he, or never sleeps late anyway,
life is getting shorter by the day, why waste it
when very soon, sleep will take forever)
so much activity my grandson is planning for his day,
I'm already exhausted, just thinking of it -
all I want is to soak in the quiet stillness
this peaceful collage of muted hues
the sky, wanting cloud and color, shark-grey,
blue-white and haughty, all blurring together,
in the pale thin light of a new day -
empty, innocent - as yet unsullied -
a universe of somber mystery...
but he is just a child
it will be a lot of years more
when such thoughts will creep into his mind
prefer silent moments than the boisterous
and in his innocence now, as yet unsullied,
I revel in the luxury of his universe.
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