Meditations Before Dawn


I’m up before dawn, relaxed on the couch,
my little dog, Rita, curled up next to me.

I’m reading Mary Oliver's Devotions, poems
spanning five decades. Poetry reading is my
early morning ritual. I'm about halfway
through the collection. The poems are nature-
oriented, born of a recurrent set of like
perceptions, tinted with reverence.

The verses are pleasantly accessible with
no web of intense messages beyond the honesty
of Oliver’s introspection and the clarity of
language by which she captures impressions.

I walk over and draw up the shades, look out
over the lagoon, spot the first wink of sunrise,
modest in arrival, a wash of color across the dark,
silent morning.

I go back to the poems, taking up again the
pleasurable task of seeing the world through
another’s eyes — perfect meditations for this
sweet time of day.

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Morning poetry reading.