Opti-mist

This magic mist
of Daybreak

Can I store some in my lungs 
and breathe it out
much later on
when I need to remember 
this perfect purity?

When I am still in bed
The way I feel 
the weight of the world
and all its things 
is different 

Later,
When I’m up,
The support of recent sleep 
and lovely sheets 
and so many velvet cushions
will have receded

The replenishment I feel at dawn
will have depleted 

And the hope I rely on
to carry on believing
that I can put all the clean washing away
or smash the patriarchy
will need a recharge



And so then,
in that moment of need,
if I can breathe
into my depth 
and exhale
some of this early morning magic 
I might be able to remember 
to go gently.

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