Saturday Morning

I awoke to the sound of rustling leaves As the wind murmured its sweet nothings My window was a canvas of silhouetted trees And the liquid gold only sunlight brings The air in my room was warm and still It coated my throat like dense honey I breathed in deep ‘til my lungs were filled With a heaviness so heavenly If ever the globe has slowed to a halt It was surely in that sweet moment When my conscience was unburdened by failure and fault Raging thoughts rendered blissfully silent Permitted, for once, to lay myself aside Neatly on my worn pillow and bedsheets The core of the earth pulsing, I find In tandem with my languid heartbeats I am reminded that, however separate I may feel From this vast, sprawling universe, my dazzling abode I’m just the world reminding itself that it’s real Tasting itself, reading its own code