sunlight creeps over the top of the fence
slanting shadows through glowing roses
waterfall of birdcall
within my hearing the only other sounds
are my breathing
and now the refrigerator
feels like the world is whispering to me
whispering a peaceful good morning
in stillness i answer by listening
i have this urge to make a cup of coffee
hold it near my face, see steam rise over the rim
take a leisurely sip
i'll have that satisfied face from the coffee commercials
smiling in harmony with morning as i lower my cup
because that is what you are supposed to do at times like this