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This morning,
while feeding cats, brushing teeth,
and wandering about in my
bleary groove,
I think of you,
your daily trek to kindergarten.
I'm sure early doesn't begin to describe the hour at which your day must start.
Are the stars still out?
The traffic signals sleeping?
What gets thought about,
as you make your way through the dawn,
ensuring teacher will arrive on time?
I truly admire your commitment,
your willingness to endure
in the name of change,
convenience shrugged
to achieve your goals.
Traveling far from your island fortress,
you step down a self determined path
of growth.
The thought of this process
makes me shudder,
now leisurely making my way to work,
clocks nowhere in sight.
I feel the shame of a coward,
comfortable and sheltered by the lackadaisical logistics of my day.
Aware of this contrast, I take care to review my options,
and examine my heart.
To what degree do I desire change?
Does my psyche hold the strength,
poised heroic,
ready to face upheaval and discomfort?
Sadly, I'll admit, the answer is "no" - at least, not right now.
Still, the exercise helps sift things,
revealing facets, imperfections, benefits, and clues.
By steeling a peek at another way,
I step back from my routine.
As you switched on lights,
laid out books,
or heard a small voice turned your way,
I was shedding light and learning
on my own small world,
watching details find their places
and planning my next lesson.
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