Sunday
The sweet citrus smell
Of orange blossoms
With the fresh dew
Of a new day.
The quiet of early morning
Sunday,
Humans asleep
My parrot friends
Chirping away,
As I open the curtains
The sunlight streams in.
Shards of light
Play softly
With the rising steam
From my cup of
Rose petal green tea
The mind wanders
Over a palette of paint,
The canvas is empty
And inviting.
Not just yet though
Let me enjoy this moment
Fully.
Let me sip this tea
In full awareness
Of the rains that
Fed it
The sun that led it
Up, out of
The earth that grew it
The air that blew life
Through it
The ether that brought it
All together to me
At this moment
In my hands
I hold the work
Of miracles
And contemplate a new day.
I am just a composer of words,
An observer, an admirer,
It’s the symphony of senses
That create the whole play.