Alarm clock blares…
life awaits-
life, life, must get ready for life…
work, work, there is a mountain of work…
Oh, why did I hit the snooze button so many times?
What was I thinking…
always follow your plan of the night before…
Rush, rush, nerves exploding
splitter, splatter about the room
spraying in prismed directions little supernovaic bursts of AWAKE…
Today is the day…
very important meeting…
my heart pumping ALL of my adrenaline now…
into cold shower, barely time to shave,
nightmares of the oncoming stresses…
Stresses, stresses, where are my socks…
where did I place my priorities?
Bless her, everything laid out-
socks, shirt, tie, boxers, pants, suit, cell, shoes…
take the stairs…
three steps at a time…
Where is she, anyway? She is always one step ahead of me,
and yet… [I freeze in wonder]
ah, there she is, a sea of tranquility…
lost in a beautiful world of introspection and contemplation…
moments... quiet reflection
holding on to a sweet dream
until it evaporates
with the mist of my tea...
I stir the little cauldron clockwise,
tap the rim lightly with silver spoon
to banish the night's cobwebs
and conjure coming images of the day...
I breathe in the passing steam
enjoy warmth
on face and in hands...
A timid sip, rolling across my tongue
the first swallow a hot, sweet liquid hug...
make mental note- spend time in her tranquility tonight…
where is my to-do list, I must schedule it…
where did I put my pen…
Coffee, toast. must thank her someday,
maybe a poem, I know she likes poems,
“Thank you, dear,
coffee and toast.
It means the most.
It really does.
I think of you, because
your are the light
every day and even through the night…
I wish to God I was with her more...
I pause,
the most precious of moments…
How can I tell her?
Oh yes, the poem…
Coffee, gone in one gulp,
toast, disappeared in two bites…
“Thanks sweetie, I love you. (kiss).
Bye.”
Out the door, to the car, must fight traffic,
get there early, much to prepare…
...a twinge of guilt
my own contemplation-
why do I work, if not for her,
yet we are always apart…
I said ‘I love you’.
I should have added, ‘so much…’
I want to drive back...
tranquil segment: Morning Ritual by Luna Tique Fringe
Adding your comment:
Wonderfully worded, I am very impressed! Beautiful flow, and imagery! It seemed very rushed, and slowly the tone was tender! 
