Morning Person

I bought a book of poetry recently, inspired by a poem my pastor read during church a couple weeks back. I always intend to read poetry and memorize it and become one of those deeply artistic people. But honestly, poetry rarely speaks to me when I seek it like that. Normally the surface level poems appeal to me most, but that's fine. So I've been going through this book of poetry and a few poems have struck me. So I'm going to share one today. Enjoy!

Morning Person

Vassar Miller

God, best at making in the morning, tossed

stars and planets, singing and dancing, rolled

Saturn's rings spinning and humming, twirled the earth

so hard it coughed and spat the moon up, brilliant

bubble floating around it for good, stretched holy

hands till birds in nervous sparks flew forth from

them and beasts--lizards, big and little, apes,

lions, elephants, dogs and cats cavorting,

tumbling over themselves, dizzy with joy when

God made us in the morning too, both man

and woman, leaving Adam no time for

sleep so nimbly was Eve bouncing out of

his side till as night came everything and

everybody, growing tired, declined, sat

down in one soft descended Hallelujah.