The decision begins when I open my eyes
Head on the pillow
Body still
Sleep still
Under the summer quilt
That quilted illusion of safety
Quietly quietly on my pillow
Not yet awake enough to even stretch
I must decide
How will I live this day
This gift
This increasingly miraculous time
Beyond three score and ten
Shall I start with a dulcimer duet
With my still sleeping husband
Who will not mind my waking him
Shall I start with a whole string quartet
Energetically exercising
Perhaps on my bike
My 27 speed not enough used Fuji Absolute
Shall I drum in my day
With answering emails and paying bills
Neither restful nor beautiful
But somewhat satisfying
What instrument shall I play first
Shall I read or write
Pray or practice the keyboard
Walk the dog
Make a cuppa
Or close my eyes again
Because I am retired
Free of clock discords
Free to choose
What music to make
To start each day
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