A Days Blessings
What I remember about this day
was first waking and forgetting
about the time of doing in this moment
as I look forward to just being present
Brewing coffee of pumpkin spice
with cream and cinnamon
Lounging to see the daylight rise fast upon
windows to the patio and palms
then quickened tempo of going off to work
a small detour to the mechanic first
and coffee at Taza Negra to go
The class of musicians arriving ready
strums and hums of tuning
welcome richness of songs played fully
…something I love about Fridays
Miles walked in my 800 square foot gallery
people come to appreciate this place…
artists creativity and a chat while browsing
Then the buenos tardes traded as I bicycle home
our smiles radiate acceptance
Friends gathered in our courtyard
games at tables challenging brains as Van Morrison
engulfs his smooth voice in our tropical vibes
The day ends out there in a pink blaze of good-bye
waves like a blanket of rich hues of blue
My steps hurry back along familiar woven roads
Dusk deepening with stars over my head
the smell of soup simmering from beyond my door
of the beckoning glow of a lamp to read by
Blessings felt in my sigh as I climb into my soft bed
and the light is finally turned off
to drift into the night of geckos chirping
1-7-2022
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