Sipping coffee,
warm sun at my back.
A slave to its
highs and lows
not willing to sleep away the afternoon
I suck
on a brew of caffeine.
It would be scary
to actually make
friends with myself
to slow and see
my own mind
one
breath at a time.
Watching ducks fly above the ponds
realizing how long it takes
for the patterns of life to come clear
Am I lost enough to find my way?