Your First Morning

 

Caboose poem inspired by Joy Harjo's "First Morning"

 

Don't look back, keep going

The year landed as it did

Now you move ahead,

reaping what you've sown

Knowing better days are coming.

In the bleak December this

may seem far away

And we know the virus

is only increasing (sadly, unnecessarily)

But every morning is a 

FIRST MORNING

The first morning to smile

     The first morning to breathe

          The first morning to write yourself into a new story.

It is always possible.

No clock ticking but your own self-imposed limitations.

Don't look back.

Keep going.