Squeezing the grapefruit

pink juice dripping into the chipped cafe au lait bowl

I stood in front of the kitchen sink, bowl in hand, like a chalice raised. 

The sky a brilliant blue painting the day, and the sun barely adding its voice

In that morning light, I took in the offering.

Sweet fulfillment

Gulps of gratitude

For another day to learn to be all that it gives us

As Rilke would say,

"You must give birth to your images; they are the future waiting to be born."

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