Luxury

I stretch my limbs – warm under the stars and moon

Flexing and tensing, feeling the luxury of being comfortable within myself

The clock ticks away the minutes and the hours

A gentle heartbeat of what is, what was and what will be

It is good – to have time

I like watching the sky transition between night and day

It makes me feel at once small but present

I wonder if I mean anything (does it matter)

Outside the wind churns and moans

I huddle lower under my covers

At breakfast I will eat toast and honey, a piping hot cup of tea.

It never fails to surprise me that I’ve had a second, third, fourth time

To feel comfortable with this base –

To luxuriate in its building.