Softly the day starts
the humming of the heater
the shades of light coming through
In my yard another version of Picchu
only bigger
Picchu afraid as she quickly eats her breakfast
the cat does not leave
Picchu leaves the yard to find a safe place
So much like life, we leave sometimes to be safe.
Softly, the day starts
There is music from my piano
There is Mocha following me around
Room to room
Breakfast is honey nut cheerios and almond milk
a banana too
Sometimes, these familiar events calm my soul
Softly, I dream, too.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg