Early morning quarrels in the neighborhood
drowned occasionally by the “vroom” of rushing
motorcycles and honks of other vehicles ganging
up their way, trying to beat red lights. I am here -
The earth’s lips are sealed but the human world
is as listless and as fast as the people move – about
I am here - in no park not with manicured grass
cover nor sculptured topiaries – not in some remote
place all to my own – just quiet in a small corner
where I can still breathe some assuring air and sit
silently just listening to nothing else but my heart,
with my tired eyes close, my old heart gratefully
chanting, just cheering for this beautiful day:
another one I woke up to,
another lease to enjoy with my love true,
another precious gift. Thank you!