Good Morning

in the waking hours
of a winter morning
pulling on life
from the source
to get the spirit back
in your mouth, heart, lungs, mind,
eyes, limbs, ears, fingers, nostrils
fill it up to level and then
let it overflow into the
first moments of
consciousness
until it becomes awakened
with your movements
and the still born
lifelessness
is washed away
and the sensation
that is felt as a
slight tingle
and then a
warming throb
rubs against your first
thoughts of static
clarity
and you say
“Good Morning”