I like prompts,

Like the birdsong of my morning alarm, heard six times snooze,

Waiting for the first light through the curtains, eyes just peeking over covers,

Maybe the first sip of coffee, hot or iced, as the day begins,

Vivaldi or Bach on the radio, encouraging calm,

A hint at what I’m supposed to do when I I’m not sure, something to get me unstuck, a nudge,

The spark of idea that converts feelings to thought to words scribbled on the page,

Maybe the first sip of IPA as the day wanes and evening begins,

Lights fade, darkness covers, night again, covers again, rest arrives,

Then fade to black,

Mind rests, it’s ok to rest.