There are mornings when you have to hold the teacup with both hands
not because it is cold
but because the moment calls for it
There are mornings when the rain falls
insistent
making quiet all else in the world.
And you notice that the toast you’re eating
is not only a meal
but a congregation
of love
from the baker and his assistant
and the two overweight Labradors who greet you at the gate when you collect the bread
from your beloved in the discount cheese bought on Saturday
that turned out better than you expected
and from the team at your local supermarket
who unpacked and stacked and priced and swiped your butter
into your shopping bag
mornings when death, near or far
whispers to you
to come back
to one, glorious moment.
Simone Dale
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