Early to work

Blue sky settled in,

gentle hum of expectancy,

of activity,

I escape my reflections

for the day.

few cars in the parking lot,

I listen to classical music,

breathing.

I know I will get tired

and check my watch again

and again

as the shift stretches on.

But friendly people will buoy me along,

customers

and kids

coming through the line…

and most are cheerful.

So many in the world

live in violence or hunger,

and here am I,

fifty years old and bagging groceries.

I could fret and fume

over low status living

while so many people

would kill to have what I have.

So why worry,

non-acceptance is stress

and I refuse to live my life in it.

The moment is the moment.

I have had a colorful life

and it’s not over yet.

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