If I Could Be Something From This Morning

If I could be something from this morning,


I would be Trader Joe’s creamed honey,

Generously smoothing over

The bumpy cellulite shamed thighs

Of a warm, gluten-free biscuit.



If I could be something from this morning,

I would be the crisp, blank pages

In my trendy Austrian journal,

White lines of desert,

Entreating a deluge of God’s revelation.



If I could be something from this morning,

I would be my brothers’ golden retriever,

Taking her Aunt Brooke for a refreshing walk,

Passing a trio of snarling pugs,

She sees potential friends.



If I could be something from this morning,

I would be a rose of Sharon,

A lily of the valleys,

Reflecting the beauty of my Creator,

I would be me.