there is nothing so ceremonial
as sitting down, Alone, at the
dining room table
house still quiet with dreams
sun teasing from below the horizon
shedding pink light on understated
glories of Earth
oh, nothing so simply enjoyable
as perching on the edge of a chair
a large bowl of cereal in one hand
a large bowl of Thought in the other
just me and some questions and a
chorus of birds
