I wake
Sun warmed body,
curled next are my believers.
They want nothing more.

I reach out,
one stirs...reaching paw.
Purrrrrs....
she could exist without me.
She knows it,
My believers.

The dog...stretching out...long..
Yawns...
kisses...hello!
Sticking feet
in slippers..
warm day for
my bones.
Coffee for
this believer...

Come...
My believers
The sun outside
is supple warm
With a quiet breeze
Tweety birds
at the feeder
Sing hallelujah

I meditate
and imagine
Leonard Cohen
joining in
and smile...
I talk and say
sweet nothings
To my
sweet believers.

I close my eyes
I breathe
My believers
take their positions
around me
One at foot,
and lap and table.

I wake
Sun warmed body.
Curled next
are my believers.
They want nothing more.