"Where do you go?"
she asked one day,
as I watched
an errant raindrop
trace the voluptuous
apple of her cheek.

I smile
and my heart swells
           at the subtle
sights and
          sounds and
                       smells
as Life embraces,
      embodies,              
envelopes me
in
m
   o
      t
         i
            o
               n
                  (less)
          flow
and washes away
   yesterday's ego.

My coffee tastes as bright as my hope for today.