Some blessèd mornings
I awake to bliss,
linger in the heavenly cocoon,
and marvel at my luck,
its splendor
Then I bid myself
— stay still —
remembering how
previous awakenings
broke so rare an enchantment
and so I lay,
a happy sacrifice
strewn upon my bed,
altar of contentment
for minutes, hours,
until I let time tumble out of hand
and then, it’s clear as day:
even the infinite bounty of paradise
can be too much…
and I get up