Waking

How quiet this morning’s

unbroken frost

stretched out on its back

across fields and rooftops

of unseen loss,

uncelebrated labor,

and hidden happiness.

Outside, the world 

is willing again.

Outside, daylight

is rising anyway.

I prayed to eventually be wise

enough to make sense of it all,

a little lower than understanding.

Kitten claws and holy paws answered

by rustling me up even earlier

into its exultant continuation.