mornings

mag

every morning

right after she wakes up,

sometimes before she even brushes her teeth,

she shuffles into the kitchen

still half asleep

and makes a cup of coffee.

then she finds the paper

(you see, she gets them free)

skims over the headlines;

and the first thing she looks for
is the daily crossword.


then, she sits at the table,
coffee cup nearherlefthand
pencil in her right,
completing the puzzle,
sipping on the coffee now and then.


you should see her as she does it.
kind of funny, to be honest.
she will stare intently at the clue
and then at the spaces,
take a sip of coffee
chew her pencil a bit
pucker her lips, deep in thought.
contemplate
first one word
then another.


if she thinks she has the answer,
she lights up.
then carefully pencils in the word
not too dark, just in case
it may need to be erased.


first she does a quick run
through the whole puzzle
to see if she knows any off the
top of her head.
and then she
starts
over
this time slower
pausing to ponder every clue
mull over words in her head
maybe try to fit a few words
before moving to the next.


she does this every morning,
its become a routine.

she loves it
she likes the constancy of  it.



the king?
well, that was given to her
by her great grandmother
when she was just a wee child.
Baba had said
"sunshine, take this to heart.
find something you love and enjoy
and make it a daily occurrence
works best if it starts
or finishes your day.
be just like a king.
stuck in his daily rounds
and long-practiced habits.
every day either begins or ends
exactly the same.


this way, sweet child,
when life becomes chaos
and turns upside-down
or inside out
or becomes too much to bear,
you will have a lifeline.
something to fall back on,
to keep you mostly sane
and to tie your days together."

so every morning

right as she wakes up,

she locates her king.

and when she finds her paper,

she sets him atop it,

or very near it.

he reminds her every morning

of great-babas wise, wise words.

she says it works.

says its easier to live

when you know

that no matter what each

day will bring,

the mornings

will always be the same.

i wont be surprised
-id be delighted, actually-
if ten years from now
she still solves that puzzle
every day but sunday.