thinking fast – i open another window
not to the fresh air, but a fresh page – words yet unwritten
kids chasing the kitten down the hall, himself chasing a ball
and through it all i have this moment
coffee cooling, cider still, donuts and the chill
of the crisp autumn air enters through the windows already opened
the early moments of a new day, unshaped clay
before even the kids say “what will be?”
we have yet to see, not anxiously awaiting
but allowing this moment to stretch
etching words of His on mind and heart
the best way to start each day
with a moment.
words from wick 