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Let Morning Come
Lana Hechtman Ayers


after Jane Kenyon


So much can happen
every day.
Let morning come.

When my single-car-garage brain
raises it door
to let persona me
roll out its engine
into the reality it makes
with numerous neuronal purrs,
my eyes flutter open,
see bedstead
see lamp and textured wall,
my spine unfurls, hinges,  
legs swing over,
feet find left,  right,
merge with slippers,
all is good and right.
Let morning come.

In the kippered kitchen light
electrons in water molecules
within the kettle
take heat to higher orbits
of change and dance
the dance of boil.
Pour out my cup,
whisper blow the steam,
nothing is more satisfying,
more pure than the first sip
of every day
and all is good and right.
Let morning come.

So much can happen
every day
that doesn't--
an errant late or early
harbinger of phone
ringing in news of demise,
what the radio says,
the missed commuter train,
accidents of steel and glass,
Let morning come.

The bird flies
and does not sing.
The bird lands
and sings.
Sometimes text brings good reports--
the coveted prize won by a friend,
an uncle's travel to Ireland,
a sale on your favorite sheets.
Let morning come.

If the sun, if the storm, if the wind
let morning come.
Each breath buttons, unbuttons, rebuttons.

There's molasses fog combing the alder trees,
fallen Fairie rose petals flutter in a dry fountain,
a cat on the sofa snores in the rhythm of the rain.
So much can happen
every day
and does.
Let morning come.

© Lana Hechtman Ayers.
Used with the author’s permission.




Lana Hechtman Ayers has sheperded more than a hundred poetry volumes into print in her role as managing editor for three small presses. The author of eight full-length collections of her own, with a ninth forecoming, she lives in an Oregon coastal town famous for its barking sea lions. Learn more about her at






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Congratulations, Lana! Great poem!
Posted 11/24/2015 05:08 PM
Lana this is a gorgeous, hopeful affirmation. I've just been enjoying the bliss of morning at my new bistro table. I can finally enjoy the outdoors just outside my home. The day is full of things we cannot predict and yes...that morning space is a blessing in our lives.
Posted 11/24/2015 01:02 PM
Posted 11/24/2015 12:34 PM
A wonderful poem. I enjoyed it very much.
Posted 11/24/2015 11:57 AM
Great word choices, and a hope-fill affirmation.
Posted 11/24/2015 11:10 AM
Larry Schug:
I absolutely love everything about this poem. Such insight and attention to the details of being alive and the joy that it inspires.
Posted 11/24/2015 11:03 AM
Molasses fog... Nice!
Posted 11/24/2015 08:08 AM
Very well done. The condition of the day, each day, and yet embracing the unknown and reveling in the beauty there... Thank you.
Posted 11/24/2015 07:12 AM
...and suddenly I feel like dancing. thank-you. this is gorgeous!
Posted 11/24/2015 07:06 AM
Ross Kightly:
A radio commentator famous throughout the cricket-playing world entitled his autobiography 'Squeezing the Orange' for the sorts of reasons that this affirmative poem was written. Thank you all.
Posted 11/24/2015 04:58 AM

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