in the morning hour

the sun is shining full through the back windows, lighting the room in a morning wonderfulness and brightness that prevents me from seeing the computer screen clearly…so I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of two clocks ticking, the fridge motor humming, and the coffee-maker hissing as the remainder of the house is asleep…even the dogs are in the other room, so I can’t hear the older one snoring in her way

fingers tapping soft keys and thoughts swirling about emails and life and wondering and seeking direction and happiness for myself and another one, wishing I had desires like hers, passions that motivated me in a pursuit…as the ever tone sings and rings in my ears and the light is warm on my face and bodies breathe the breath of sleep in many rooms of the house…while the water in the sink cools as it soaks last night’s dishes, cake crumbs floating, no doubt, fork tines loosening from what might have been there, bubbles slowly popping in their silence, delicate lives exhausted from waiting…..with fingers poised and waiting for thoughts to come, sun sliding up the window pane, warm flesh-toned light coming through my closed eyelids and the world is bright and calm and quiet and lovely as morning hours alone ought to be…thoughts of worry and bills to pay laying on the desk…flashes of the sounds of pen-points on paper checks, light echo-thoughts of those fibered sheets being torn gently from their moorings…the empty gray sound of money going from one place to another and hoping that it means something more than the hum on a line, an image on a screen, a debt being slowly repaid and lives that go on

i scoot forward in my rolling chair to stay in the sun for a few moments longer, feeling the morning warmth and hearing the tick-tock-ing in rhythm with my heart…and I’ve rolled too far away from the desk now to reach my cooling coffee cup, so I listen to the neighbor dog bark at the nothingness on the other side of his fence and the fridge motor switches off…quiet and sunshine glow…ringing in the ears and keys answering my call…moments passing and passing while golden images glide and shift in my mind’s sight…turn my head and feel the sun on one side of my face, turn again and there is a shadow with green and blue wanderings as the other side is warm and light and pink around the edges like a desert sunset easing into the clouds…night falling slowly with a tick-tock-ing and the creaking insistence of a board in the wall……thoughts, images, emptiness, imaginings or remembrances of softly hued seed-heads in blurred clouds captured in a camera lens…like cilia inside that sacred passage pushing a tiny egg along on her life-journey…white fluffiness and floating cells…obscurity and remnant form…and the sun did and has slowly moved from the window and my face is no longer warm, eyes no longer hold the rich golden-ness that they did only moments ago…in the morning hour


24 responses

  1. How wonderfully refreshing to be able to share the thoughts of another who also has the ability to slow down the often-frantic succession of fleeting moments, to be able to reflect and focus on and savor the transient present. Beautiful, Scott.

    November 17, 2012 at 9:01 am

    • Sweet company on a quiet morning…thank you for being here, Gary…and for your nice words.

      November 17, 2012 at 10:02 am

  2. “portrait of a boy, too”…”in the morning hour”…you manage to capture the moment and emotion, not just in photo…but so beautifully in words. So hard to do. More, please.

    November 17, 2012 at 9:25 am

    • Very nice words, Audrey…thank you so much. 🙂

      November 17, 2012 at 10:03 am

  3. Beautiful Scott…your writing is transcendent… as are the images here too… RL

    November 17, 2012 at 10:52 am

    • Thank you, Robyn…I like your words here, too. 🙂

      November 19, 2012 at 7:45 am

  4. Me

    How many more people do you need to tell you? What other calling do you need? I’m with Audrey, more please….

    November 17, 2012 at 11:11 am

    • Thank you for your encouragement, Lori Kim…always…and there shall be more for you and Audrey…. 🙂

      November 19, 2012 at 7:46 am

  5. Captivating ………….. A melding of magical morning moments …………

    November 17, 2012 at 2:02 pm

    • Thank you, Meanderer. 🙂

      November 19, 2012 at 7:46 am

  6. This brings to mind a Zen meditation. Letting thoughts and feelings drift like wisps of fog… simply watching as they float by.

    November 17, 2012 at 4:45 pm

    • It was rather like that, Gunta…very peaceful.

      November 19, 2012 at 7:47 am

  7. Hey Scott…thanks for the snippets of consciousness into thoughts thought in streams of morning light….very cozy. Fantastic writing!

    November 17, 2012 at 5:01 pm

    • Thank you very much, Nancy…and you’re most welcome, too. 🙂

      November 19, 2012 at 7:48 am

  8. Liana


    November 17, 2012 at 6:37 pm

    • Thank you, Liana…there’s a lot in that one word.

      November 19, 2012 at 7:48 am

  9. Wonderful piece of meditative writing Scott.

    November 18, 2012 at 10:18 am

    • Thank you, Andy…I appreciate your comment.

      November 19, 2012 at 7:50 am

  10. I so enjoy the rhythm of your words, Scott. Always captivating.

    November 19, 2012 at 8:45 pm

    • Thank you, Karen…very much. 🙂

      November 21, 2012 at 12:02 am

  11. We so rarely are able to express what it’s like to be alive……and how beautiful those passing moments are. I love the unstructured form…..a lovely stream of consciousness. Truly thanks for the sharing, Scott.

    November 20, 2012 at 10:23 am

    • They can be wonderful moments, John…thank you for your kind words, always…and you are most welcome….

      November 21, 2012 at 12:04 am

  12. Ah, thank you.

    January 31, 2013 at 2:09 pm

    • You are most welcome…thank you, too. 🙂

      February 2, 2013 at 12:42 pm

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