My aching bones are stretching in the morning light

The sunlight yawns across the living room floor

My coffee steams and swirls with cream

And I can’t stop myself thinking,

“What did I do to deserve a morning like this?”

The answer comes in the silence of the microwave beep,

“Nothing.”

And it is enough

I know

Been easy to look for

All the right things in

All the wrong places 

So I breathe deep

On my drives 

When I can roll the windows down

I sit still on my couch

Trying not to squirm

My chest an open wound

And I know

I know

I write when 

My mind and 

My heart 

Want to run 

The ink runs deep

Through the page 

Into the earth 

And takes root

And I talk 

Stumbling and then running 

To the one who meets me there

Like friends

And I know

I know