Time for breakfast

Time for breakfast

Age is knowing
          what’s going to happen
a sense of it at least
          I’m susceptible
to the ticking clock
          to the sound of my breath
to the stillness around me
          Overnight the final buds
on my pink orchids
          have opened

My mind teems
          with memories
I know what brings me
          happiness and I know
what saddens me
          I’ve known love

I drink kefir
          and eat slices
of fresh peach
          a few golden girolles
sautéed on toast
          Through the window
I watch as the early birds
          feed on the wing
summer has almost gone
          I am still here
living the simple life
          in abundance

John Lyons

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