January 8th

Today I saw cups
stacked
high
and low.

I smelt burning pine
in candle afterglow,
and begin to pray
for people that I know.

I tasted calm countryside
rustic cheese
encrusted
on a bagel.

Feelings of confliction:
peace and frustration,
trying to get back into balance
still caused aggravation.

Today I hear words
whispered in the dark.
Words of gratitude, on this non-perfect day,
before off to sleep we depart.

1-8-2017