Cool, crisp morning surrounds me.
Fresh brewed coffee smells so good.
My hands cup the warm pottery, feel the texture.
My sweat pants, socks, and slippers with the rubber soles,
My sweat shirt and knit cardigan, all
Keep the moist, cool air at bay.
The sun’s behind me, behind the house.
I step across the wood porch, descend the stairs,
and step into the sun for a little more warmth.
Great, low, wispy bundles of clouds are
Traveling fast towards the sun.
The blue disappears completely above
A white, tumultuous earth cover, then
Appears again left then right then overhead.
I scan the blue—not knowing how high,
Or where, or what shape to look for.
No matter, the game is in the search.
I keep looking up, breathing in the air and
The silence—the start of a weekend.
Ah: sipping coffee, not wanting to leave
To refill my cup. Not wanting to miss it.