convent of diversity

sunrise floods the room, waking a new idea from its drowsy slumber
coffee-stained, illegible scrawl, waiting to be discovered

philosophy lifts its head from underneath the covers,
lets out a huge sigh with a long stretch, and prepares for another day

across the hall, stagnant suppression opens its crusty eyes at the sound of chirping,
throwing a mail order catalog from last week at the window

a convent of diversity, all presiding in the sacred human thought
they worship one god: introspection