This Morning
(On Father's Day)
Like most mornings, I awoke,
Got out of bed on the left side.
Not sure if that was the wrong side,
But I know for certain,
It wasn’t the right side.
Aloneness is sort of that way—
No offer of a second opinion,
No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm,
No meaningful conversation around the table.
A moment of nihility—this morning.
Copyright © Mickey Grubb | Year Posted 2025
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