Christine Tabaka

It Is Still Morning

It seems as if ages have passed
since the sun peaked above the horizon.

Since its first warm streaks of amber
graced the early dawn sky.

I sit and wonder as I watch the shadows
grow shorter with each advancing hour.

… But, ah yes, it is still morning.

How slowly the hours pass
now that I am alone with my thoughts.

I watch as each small flower bends its head
and turns its face to the sun.

Surely it must be time to move on
to new places unknown.

… But, ah yes, it is still morning.

The day presses on in endless hours
and time passes in single heart beats.

Soon it will be time to make new plans
but, I am stuck in some timeless loop.

It must be hours since I awoke
and forever since the sun first rose.

… But, ah yes, it is still morning … forever morning.

 

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.  Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies.