How many habits rules and actions all at once
Churn round at rising up to face the day
Our mindful steps we check for balance now
We make it to the fridge crack out the ice
And pour the coffee that we made last night
There's no one here but me today
How strange that is
Yet I make do I pour the sweetener
I carry water to this table
Carry coffee to this place
Push on and see the lights
How many habits change so subtly
With changes we cannot presage
How much our rising and our falling
Is subsumed in a strange grace
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