ticking of wall clock wakes me,
its rhythmic sound a reminder that
every second, every minute is gliding by.
alarm rings once, twice, (and thrice even)
admonishing me to follow my morning routine.
i prepare breakfast of cold milk and wheat cereals,
topped with blueberries and sometimes, sliced bananas.
house is quiet, this moment of peace is mine.
though the morning light is still very faint,
i read poems and allow the words to inspire my thoughts,
and take me into new journeys. connected with myself,
at 7:15 am, i grab my car keys, lunch bag and coat,
ready for my city drive
another ordinary day,
same road, same driving lane,
same scenery, same office destination.
i feel very blessed this monday morning.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Poetry of the Ordinary
and Poetry jam: Connections