Best Seat In the House
October 8, 2013 at 2:34pm
Best Seat In The House
Sitting here at the kitchen table this morning
drinking the blackest of coffee letting the
most amazing cool breeze envelope me through
the back window I forget for a moment that I am
still in the city which for me is a love/ hate relationship.
Sun streaming through the screen wondering if this
should be my writing spot from now on........
As I let my senses wander, a flock of geese fly by
not seeing them... only hearing the sounds I let my mind
take over such a calmness it is new to me.
The cat trying to decide if she would rather lay on my
keyboard or jump over me to the window sill for a game
of let me THINK I can catch the birds,yet she is to confined
AS AM I
Why do the geese fly south for the winter why do they run from
the breeze as I run into it letting me feel like there’s a chance.
I have so much to do and so little time yet I let it get away
getting distracted so easily even the sound of the street cleaner
out front has me jumping up to go see while I’m in the middle of
writing. So many sounds... the stir of a spoon from across the alley
someone else is hammering on the wall two doors down.
Trains tooting their horns while the birds chirp frantically fighting
over a crumb... the wind chimes from the front porch make their
musical appearance right in the mist of the black cloud coming
from a speeding tractor trailer, today the best seat in the house
is the kitchen table where I draw my inspiration so I can actually hear
the words that I write in turn helping me to FEEL just that much more.
Debbie Kelly ( Debbie Philly)
10/8/2013
Copyright © Debbie Mills-Kelly | Year Posted 2014
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