sunday morning at home

the beautiful thing about this morning --

well, it's just that the sun is coming through the windows
it's the kind of warm light that house animals
and at least this species of human
like to curl up in
on something soft.

it's a late and lazy morning,
a weekend,
so that time isn't pressing
and fleece pants and a long sleeve thermal shirt
can be the uniform of the day.

waffles with big blueberries,
allspice and cinnamon infused steam
wafting from the kitchen
throughout
and heartfelt songs
of American folk
from the college radio station
dancing through the house.

coffee, the sun, this music,
i feel bliss in the simplicity of these pleasures.

no lover to share these delights with,
no eyes to beam gratitude
of being alive
with.

just with myself,
starting the day with a meditation.
researching Kashmir in the winter,
thinking about what else is there to say about Bangladesh,
reading of the problems with a fluctuating reservoir
behind the massive three gorges dam on the Yangtze river in China,
how does this blog thing work?
working out a bass line from head to fingers to my ears -- it's coming slowly,
i smile, deeply satisfied that my swimming upstream
is bringing me to the bank of a new language
that i have for so long wanted to speak.

out the window, warm sun on the red-brown paper-thin bark of a madrone tree.

its skin curling up and falling,
letting go
green yellow of emerging growth beneath.
getting ready for a new season,
a new chapter in the book of my life.