my sense of timing is highly sophisticated
i can sense exactly how much time a task will take
i will start it when i have
exactly
that much time
left

i will Spring into being
sap will rise
buds will form and burst open
blossom will pop up like popcorn, like magic,
in an instant
bare skeleton branches, all hard and bony now
will become soft petal clouds
my world will be a Japanese cherry blossom print
it will be so

i drive home
on automatic
and am surprised when I arrive
at my destination

i eat dinner
gratefully
savouring food prepared
by hands not my own

i write this
feeling the warmth of the fire on my back
hearing the splashes and giggles of kids in the bath
surrounded by the chaos created by two busy children
enjoying the luxury of ten precious minutes TO MYSELF
before the chaos swirls about me again
and know that i
am
content

content in this moment
replete, satisfied, pleased beyond measure

i am the
contents
of each moment which moves through me and through which i move

my girl has a toy puppy
it's a REAL pup to her
this week she is called Cutie
except for on Tuesday when she was known as Philemina

Cutie is small and plump and silky plush
soft brown and black
fat
and comforting
her plush has stayed remarkably plush despite all the loving

'She is so soft and silken!' i exclaim
'Yes,' says my girl, 'Except for this spot.'
and she shows me the place on Cutie by her front leg
where the fur is strange and you can feel
the plastic that binds her plush

'That's ok,' i say, 'We all have our strange spots.'
'I have one here,' says my girl
and she shows me the spot by her hairline
where the hair is a bit strange and you can feel
the skin that binds her muscle and blood inside

'We are the same,' smiles my girl
'Me and Cutie have our strange spots.'

i love my girl

i get up early
which surprises me, as for years i was a right slugabed
but not now

now i get up before the dawn chorus starts
before Sol makes an appearance
before everyone else gets up

before real life begins

the days i love best
are spent
doing nothing at all and everything at once

my feet celebrate the removal of my shoes
my barking dogs quieten to soft whimpers
subsiding into relieved sighs
and sweet squirmings