Tending a Morning

TENDING A MORNING

Dvorák in the dark until my arm
can reach from beneath the sheets to
click on the bedside lamp. Dvorak lingers
through the bedroom accompanying the
first ordinary task of the day: the bed is made.
My mother etched in my morning ritual that  
the dance of a calm heart will begin with
straightening and tucking,
smoothing and taking time to put things
back together. A made bed tending a day’s life
and holding a place of rest for night’s  imaginations.