I woke up
then sat down
picked up newspaper
sudoko'd bound
gave up
looked round
filled up tea cup
unwound
toast popped up
butter found
tinkling cup
put down
made sound
teaspoon shone
on saucer down
heads up
to stillness found
no longer feeling
up or down
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-ritual-3/
