Sometimes I am not in sole control of my soul

upon awakening,

I should find what I am thankful for to begin the day.

I roll over instead and grab the puppy

for a security blanket.

upon rising,

massive stretching is required before movement

and the feet are tender as if they have shrunk overnight

and can not support me.

upon walking,

I haven’t settled on a single thankful thing –

not that I’m not.  Just undecided. 

Bed or day.  Day or Bed?.

upon breathing,

I am glad I am alive; there is much to do

to put my house in order –

and figuratively.

upon thinking,

I realize staying focused on the present moment

is easy without a To Do list.  I think this is key. 

Why has no one written a book about this?

I wash my face and brush my teeth.