BRIGHT NEW MORNING
Waking in a morning
To that first startling recognition
Of being alive,
Alive, and to a certain extent, kicking,
We approach the mirror
With caution,
Blinking at our reflection,
Thinking we look a bit older
Than we did yesterday morning.
This is the point at which, sensibly,
We quote a touch of philosophy:
‘I think, therefore I am.’
That’s what the man said, obviously.
Whatever!
We’re glad we woke again.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 