Start Again

In dim morning
light I saw
her.

My first cup,
my father's day,
the heater kicked
off then a sigh.

She was like Charlotte
suspended it seemed
by single unseen
tether.

I stopped there,
where she was backlit.
Morning  sun, grey,
through the sheers
then her.

I watched.

Coffee cooling.

In jerking
start-stop movement
she suddenly began
her descent.

Two thoughts-

when did I quit
being amazed
at such things?

thank goodness
I started again.