And last, but not least, our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo will ride again!
Breakfast
30 April 20
1300
Before sunrise
Usually hours before
My eyes open
Some mornings
I’m alone
Showering
Traveling
Working
Return to home
And sleep
Before sunrise
Usually hours before
My eyes open
Some mornings
Two angels
Invade my room
Asking for food
Entertainment
My attention
A meal is prepared
Cartoons are started
Eyes return to being closed
Before sunrise
Usually hours before
My eyes open
Some mornings
A simple bowl
I produce for myself
Coffee is poured
Communion with my past
And the universe occurs
I’m given time
I’m given solace
And then I pay
Until exhaustion
Before sunrise
Probably hours before
I won’t open my eyes
One morning
I will be on the table
And the feast within will occur
I will be the main course
But the next day
Hours before sunrise
The angels will open their eyes
Some mornings they will
Absentmindedly pour the coffee
Turn in the news
And forget why they are awake
My soul will smile
Where ever it has gotten to
