MATINS

 

It is raining.

Pink hollyhocks press at our kitchen window

doubled by Degas -

each filled and frilled flower

draws tints of dance

gathers intensity

to deeper knots of light.

 

 

 

 

I wait for you, stunned

by a hummingbird landing

on a stem of air

as drops drip

from bright leaf to green bud to leaf below

by a purling silence

and the flaunting flutter

of rosy wet whimsy

now within myself as well

 

 

 

 

truly it is too much for prayer!

enough to read the round matutinal rubrics

illumined on this page of glass

like the hovering winged emerald

I, too, sip the sweet and holy word of Presence.

 

 

 

 

you come in smiling. I give and get a kiss.

I pour hot coffee

you break toast

together we open the missal of morning

to a grace

blurred by bliss.

 

a.o.howell

 

 

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Music: Plaisir d'Amour