A Poem for Breakfast
Sometimes, even in the morning,there is so much life it can scare you.
Dogs get older, people adopt traditions
and forget them, children are born...
And here you are waking right into the belly of living!
The silverware resting quiet in the dry rack,
Time already taking people with it,
a windowed rain that doesn’t seem to notice you at all...
You didn’t sign up for all this,
mystery of boundless change
and nothing to do.
Of course it isn’t quite so simple:
sometimes you remember your breathing
and basically you find your way.
Here you are, on the big road,
a place for the walk itself and nothing more:
Here you are, simply having a cup of tea.