This morning I made the coffee, fed the cats, watered the plants
Went up to the roof, took 10 deep breaths, practiced qigong, tai chi
and watched the golden sunrise grow milky white.
Downstairs I read Mary Oliver with Capt. Orange purring in
my lap, with some Bukowski chaser, typed these words
sitting in the brown leather chair, the Mac balanced on
the leather arm because it’s the cat who's the laptop.
These mornings before 7:00 fill my day. They say
breakfast is the most important meal. I haven’t
had a bite, but I feel full.