Seeking Balance

I long for balance and moderation. 

They are shiny ideals that elude me. 

If I'm honest, I often forget to pursue them.

Instead, I linger in bed for precious extra morning hours

later wondering why I don't have time to paint and write. 

I watch hours of news broadcasts from Egypt

forgetting to move the wet laundry up into the dryer. 

Hours pass while I forget to eat a bite of food,

then hunger arrives and I nosh on the first thing I find.

But I do know that each and every day is day 1. 

Tomorrow, I will get out of bed an hour earlier. 

My heart will again visit the streets of Egypt

as my hands will prepare for my own day.

I will create a beautiful breakfast

and pack surprises to share 

during my time with a young friend.

I will breathe a little more deeply 

and watch where I place my feet. 

Perhaps I'll find something shiny on my path.