every morning 
is a call to witness 
	the unknown 

button the clothes softly 
and with intention

drink coffee 
as if embezzling its nectar
for some sacred purpose

feel the planets rumble to life
as the wrens conduct 
	their morning symphony 
with abandon

walk 
	as if galaxies align
with each footstep

and understand that this, too,
	is a form of prayer