Today I woke up
to the soft whistle of a hummingbird
serenading me on my window pane
The anaesthesia is waning.
my exhausted joints wrung with pain.
But, I turned on the stereo
Happy thoughts only.
I sprang to my feet
I went for a stroll, today
my heart was azure, like the sky
the air smelt of pine cones and lilies.
I spilled coffee on my blouse
came down with the flu
my banker told me I was broke
and I got a concussion from a flying ball
In the littlest ways,
I exercised the patient I never had
Today was perfect.
My temple rests on satin pillow
I saw myself today
Another fitted piece
Tidbits of a congregate picturesque perspective
All that I am,
and all that I am going to be,