The best part of my day

Sweet, slow waking

Hugging the dog

The breeze and bird song

I am relaxed and all feels easier

More possible.

I breathe and stretch

Read something beautiful

Stare out the window

without rush.

This heals me.

This is what I was escaping to in my head

as a child most mornings

when I woke up to an offensive alarm

or harsh voice hurrying me into the day.

This is the life I dreamed and made

Even the dog waits patiently

without impulse to do or go or be

anywhere, or anything.

This peace is beyond measure

The light is soft and so am I

The sky is vast and

I am as well.

The birds glide through the air

and I glide into movement

timed with breath.

This is perfect

This is life.

This is a gift.

Thank you.