(I’m Still Rising, Tho)


I rise tardy sometimes

I’m always late when it counts the most

I’ll get up early to walk my dog, smoke, and make French toast

All the while forgetting the real reason for my early rise

Not taking the time to thank God for how he formed the skies

It’s something how the colors blend

Pink orange even purple stretching from end to end

Don’t get me started on the clouds

They look like the scrolls that’ll unfold and read my fortune to me out loud

Along with the early birds getting to the worms first,

I’ll rehearse in my mind the perfect kind of day I could have if only I

rise up a little earlier as I promised

 I would

And join the early birds

And leave behind the little engines that couldn’t

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl'” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)