Every Other Morning

Every other morning I wake up confused

It takes a moment to realize where I am

Halfway between dream and dawn, I struggle to come to terms

As I realize the world Im in is not the one I awoke from

Every other morning I take one breath and then another

One step and one moment at a time

The thought of moving along by the day is heavier than my confidence

But I move and I believe in what comes

Because there are the other mornings when I wake to laughter

To hearing your voices in the normalness of life

The treasure that is our unspoken moments with sleep in our eyes as we forecast the day

On those mornings the world is new and right and pure

There are the other mornings when home is alive

I snap a picture to frame the feelings of peace and purpose

Its as if we hold the pen that writes our history and I only realized this power after it was confined

To every other morning