The Cure for Anything

You’ve kissed my hair to wake me.
I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone…
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.

-Adrienne Rich

Ahh, a kiss to my hair would be a much better way to wake up than an alarm. When my Fitbit vibrated this morning I said aloud a very whiny “Noooo!” Apparently, my sleepyhead voice is that of a six year-old. When my son was in middle school he was incredibly difficult to wake up. No alarm clock would cut it. So I devised the perfect way to get him up and moving. I’d sing, at the top of my lungs, “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” from the musical Oklahoma. If you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing me sing Rodgers and Hammerstein, I assure you that you’d do anything to get me to stop singing. 🙂