These Are Mine

Each morning, these are mine:

Meteors scratching brightly against the predawn sky.

That girl sleeping soundlessly, sweetly in the new direction.

An old pair of shoes that knows my old direction.

One cat curled on the floor and one observing from the window bay.

Water murmuring in the kitchen, evolving into coffee.

Flashing between four channels of must see news.

Facebook friends.

My smarter-than-me-phone.

This.

--Mitchell Hegman