this morning i woke up grumpy

i knew that something else
was needed to jive with the gifts of life

thankfully a flock of silly thoughts
came to perch - cackling about gratitude

one silly thought said:
“thankfully our feet still reach the ground”

“yeah”, another chimed in, “and aren’t you glad our heart
hasn’t become an improvisational jazz player overnight?”

a third one eagerly offered:
“… or that we didn’t wake up with a boil on our nose”

and they went on and on
trying to outdo each other

to my delight
grumpiness
lifted like morning fog