Morning Mnemonic — Rachel Dacus

Morning Mnemonic
From a twig in the vast candelabra oak
the hummingbird’s castanet ticks off time 
by inches. It paces my feet as I climb
past grounded doves that huff and squeak
into flight, trailing handkerchief wings. 
I slip through a slur of slowing cars, weave 
a list of duties through brain’s chatter, but leave
routine behind as the jazzy morning rings,
telegraphing something I once knew:
how to pot-stir, sage up an inner brew. 
I bend to the impulse to run away and see 
poppies’ wild alleluias on chartreuse hills.
To hear a dither of voices as water spills
down a ladder of monotone symmetry.
Recall if I can this one forgotten thing: 
to rock grass water under sheer sun and sing!