everything looks better bathed in sunrise.
peering up at the dome of my morning cathedral through the windshield,
with corn-stalk pews on my right and left,
snow settled down on top of them to listen to the dawn,
recycled-sweater-mitten-hands folded on my lap,
tangerine-dyed alpaca fur beanie holding in my head's heat,
rag-doll heart testing its seams with tentative hope,
speeding towards a cello that will be flying to a school in India tomorrow.
the prelude and offertory of generosity, the litany of greeting old friends,
the communion of coffee and breath-steam,
the benediction of hugs and cruise-control.
a little raw from the scrubbing, maybe,
the light foliating off layers of darkness from the fields and farmhouses and slush-clods,
but overall...church was good today.
i think i'll go again tomorrow.
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