[ a.m. ]

a.m.

Amidst sun
and wheat toast,
I break yolks
of eggs over-medium,
recalling
men of His own
parting seas;
walking water.

Basking in mid-morning
August heat,
I fill silence
with nonsense;
He assures,
calms this mind
laden with thoughts
in bulk.

There is no grasping
the simplicity of
this place
where I am His
and He is mine;
this moment when
He names me child
and fills tired flesh
with life again.