minted

freshly minted, grace
crept through the curtains
with the sun motes;
grace stirred the porridge,
buttered the toast,
poured the tea,
handed me the paper;
grace warmed the bath,
handed me a towel,
squeezed the toothpaste;
grace tied my shoes,
brushed off my coat,
and
sent me out in the day
to be grace for others,
freshly minted.

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman