Battle Tune

alarm bell rings
coffee dreams of better things
than a never-empty quiver
and ever-moving targets
morning mist
a list the gist
of sorting light from darkness

afternoon
outside it’s June
but inside I’m composing
my battle tune
too soon to bloom
time instead to foster
the soul of me
like mustard seed
and hope for heaven’s harvest

evening comes
tranquility
as I reflect
on past fears of my future
she draws me now like magnets
the moth has found the light
no need to understand it
there’s peace on me tonight

and that’s the way the day ends
I’ll soon set my alarm
thank you for my daily bread
tomorrow be a charm