In the drowsy stillness of morning twilight.....when feet are still huddled beneath a light cotton sheet...the urge to get up is not too strong the bed, a hammock of quietude, is comfortably warm with body heat. this is the moment....fresh sounds fresh air, fresh ideas, renewed hope, all come in...all flow cool and smooth, joining this civil dawn's atmosphere ...................... i emerge from a peaceful inertia from this stream of calming thoughts, rising..........breaking silence........... ......to be at the helm...as usual ........................................ ........................................... fried hungarian sausages for breakfast? ...grilled bass and eggplants for lunch? fried chicken, fried fishcakes for dinner? with sliced tomatoes and cucumbers? ................................... is there enough bread, rice, water, meat, fish to last for the week? in this lengthening pandemic? .............................. ......................... coffee mug is still half-filled....slices of fried plantain stare back, begging to be eaten, as chicken, veggies, fish recipes razzle-dazzle in my mind a normal moment in my mornings ............................. oh well...am pouring more coffee ☕️☕️☕️ .................... que sera, sera