Hot tea and lemon
Before the sun comes up
Resetting my mind to
Poetry mode

Because I like it there
It brings me peace
Solace in the day

I don’t want to
Live in prose anymore
It hasn’t worked

It’s left me stiff
And anguished
I choose poetry
Though few others do

I want the magic hours
At sunrise, sunset
I want the words
Sparse and pristine

I want to start
Each morning with

Fire cracking in the stove
And hot tea
In my belly