there is a ritual for waking
as dreaming traces disappear
like misty steam upon a shower
wall…involving cotton plush
then cloth petal layering
for naked bodyness
there are burnt berry aromatics
poured in a thick white cup
a scratch of knife on toast
news brash of voices, and
the purring of a cat…
then gathering of encumbrances
an instant catch of breath…before
the opening…and closing of
a door
Bonnie Marshall
Art: Richard Diebenkorn
Proem... 
Graphic as usual… could actually feel the scene being played out from the moment of awakening… loved the lines, “as dreaming traces disappear
like misty steam upon a shower wall.
It involves cotton plush
then fabric petal layering
for naked bodyness.”
I love the mornings its the only time I have the house to myself – (you clearly have better cooffee than me though)
I love this!
I appreciate knowing you do, Tammy. Sincerely so. Smile.
🙂
As usual your ability to pull the mundane into the sharpest of detailed relief is amazing!
“a scratch of knife on toast
news brash of voices, and
the purring of a cat”
I’m grateful you think so…and happy to find you mastering life! Smile.
i was taken by how you incorporate all of the senses in this poem. for me perhaps the most unexpected is the sound of “a scratch of knife on toast.” and the poem makes me think of my own morning rituals “and then gathering of encumbrances… and closing of a door.” see how your specifics become universal!
So generous and kind of you to say so. Deeply appreciated. Smiles…