Four fifty nine

Underneath the window
Is the kitchen sink
And this morning
It made me think

I’ll roll out my mat
And face that way
This is how
I will start my day

Visitors I have
And my practice room
Is now my granddaughter’s
Messy bedroom

I see Dish soap named
The time of day
It’s funny I think
To see that display

I made dinner
The night before
I must be messy
By what’s on this floor

I’m facing east
As I think to myself
Holly shit
There’s elf on the shelf

I lost my balance
Crashed into the oven
It woke me up
All of a sudden

Made lots of noise
But all stayed quiet
Nothing was stirring
Not even my diet

But I managed to spend
A delightful hour
Building up
My inner power