Poem by Maya Stein: First Quiet of the Morning

Poem by Maya Stein: First Quiet of the Morning

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First Quiet of the Morning

Don’t spend it on the stack of mail, the phone call, the mounting inventory of groceries. Resist the finished wash cycle and the dishes clamoring for clean-up. Ignore the pileup by the front door, the mess left in the wake of the weekend. These things carry the patience and constancy of bedrock. Not the first quiet of the morning. It is thin and needy, hungry for your touch. You will miss it when it goes, siphoning out the way it does, toppled by the weight of all your noisy urgencies, those lists mortaring your day together.

This for you, this sweet and brief emptiness, this desert island, this nest nesting your inevitable flight. Hold your wings still. Don’t go just yet.  

                                                                                                                                                      by Maya Stein

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I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

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