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By Ali Date: 2001 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.01.17.45.19250]] |
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Five O'clock in the morning Sitting at my kitchen table Drinking coffee, staring out the window Waiting for the sun to rise Waiting for something else, too But, whatever lay on the horizen is unknown to me For the path I'm on twists slightly, so I cannot see ahead And all I know is that I'm waiting... You know, patience isn't a virtue that I possess But this scene is sweet, the room, the house, is serene And I am content to wait, for a time... Smiling softly, for no reason, I notice a feather outside Floating gently in the wind, gracefull in it's journey I wonder if I can float gracefully through my journey Through this life of mine, which is often so graceless... Then I wondered, to myself, if I could love like that With the grace and ease of that speckled feather Be that flexible, and soft Can I love with that kind of gentle beauty? All these things ran through my head As I sat there, at my kitchen,I laughed softly to myself What strange things we think of while drinking coffee In the soft light of the early morning sun... |