Rising early
So in need of a broken routine
A good break, not a broken break
An earthquake of an arm that I climb from beneath
Or perhaps an untangling of limbs to escape the tangling of love’s vines
As the droplets provide relax as I awaken more and more
The art of routine from a grateful heart is restored
One day a break will come
Not sure when or what will be displayed
Until then, my own wholeness guides the way
