I stretch my limbs - warm under the stars and moon
Flexing and tensing, feeling the luxury of being comfortable within myself
The clock ticks away the minutes and the hours
A gentle heartbeat of what is, what was and what will be
It is good - to have time
I like watching the sky transition between night and day
It makes me feel at once small but present
I wonder if I mean anything (does it matter)
Outside the wind churns and moans
I huddle lower under my covers
At breakfast I will eat toast and honey, a piping hot cup of tea.
It never fails to surprise me that I’ve had a second, third, fourth time
To feel comfortable with this base -
To luxuriate in its building.
