It's Summer. That's for Sure
There is possibility in each day
Not just to rise with purpose or
Intent on checking off items on a list
Mindful of the clock
Ticking moments off my life
As if I am responsible for filling each
and every one of them
I prefer to lay there in the morning until I hear myself breathe
and watch the light change the corners of the room
The locust branches outside my window are thick with
supple translucent leaves in front a sky that holds
surprises by the minute once that sun comes over the mountain
The hiss and gurgle of the coffee pot in the kitchen just below
sings to me but I never feel rushed in the summer
Not with knowing that there is a whole day waiting
just for me.
