before the first word
of the day

before I break the fast
and break my silence

before opening myself to traffic
before losing touch with sleep

hearing only the crowds of birds
hearing only a far-off voice in a temple chanting

seeing mists dissolve quickly in sun
seeing the newborn mountains

before losing touch with silence
while still touching sleep
before I forget to remember

let me sit down and recall
my blessings

Judy Kroll, WomanPrayers by Mary Ford-Grabowsky