I rise and wash my face.
I rise and wash.
I lay the plates down on the table so.
The spoons and forks and knives beside them.
Beside them, morning toast and coffee.
Beside them, supper.
Sometimes I would like to go from here to there, skip the in between.
Like walking up the mountain, one foot and then the next
My time on earth expands by repetition and the in between.
- Jane Flint