in crumpled pajamas
even before coffee
stepping outside to fill the feeders
stopping myself in motion
to a consciousness of
still
pause to appreciate a beautiful morning
deep breath of
cold
calm
fresh
air
gratitude reigns
thinking to myself, yes this
is what air
is meant
for
early morning conversations
with the cat,
I have already fed you, if that’s what you’re seeking
trading affection for food
as purring, he moves from my lap,
to the arm of the chair
for optimum
sunshine
this, I think to myself
is poetry
in mention
someone comes across my Instagram
a musician, bills himself a ‘ginger with soul’
whom I instantly dig his sound
uncharacteristically I direct message him
love it where can I find your music?
everywhere he replies, spotify/apple/amazon
suddenly I feel
ancient
wondering… what about something
physical
I can hold
someone walks by me, as I’m reading
hey, I’m listening to that same book
on audible
I know.. it’s like a biography, but it’s not what I expected
she says
huh.. I mutter, almost to myself
while nonchalantly running my fingers over
the print
and wandering back into words
thinking to myself, like some sort of book snob
it’s not the same thing…
my husband comes to kiss me goodbye
before he leaves for work
and I am honoured by the bending
the gracious meeting
of
lips, meant to be…
together
even after he is gone
I am sunshine in a smile
just now I am thinking
how tragic would It be for us to ever
lose
the vitally intrinsic power
of
touch
and how sunshine on snow
makes it ..
bearable
I take myself out to the garden
to the birds, to the trees
to the sky
following footprints, watching,
breathing
I think to myself
where would I be if not for a great appreciation
of simple, wonderful things
and love
where would I be
without quiet
without breath
without
these
wings, touching down
where would I be
without
feet
on the ground
steps in the snow
sunshine
and
you
hmmh … ♥