You're at The Kitchen Table

A smile comes over my face
as the perfume from the Jasmine flowers drift
through the window.

I sit at my kitchen table
with coffee in hand

breath soft and easy
feeling the peace of the morning,
wishing I could remain here for eternity

The Jacaranda tree has dropped
purple flowers creating a breathtaking
carpet beneath.

Not a cloud in the sky...
The concrete has a fever of 120 degrees.
The bug burns it's little feet on its way
to find shade in the green moist grass.

I was born to observe all of the broken
ways of the world.
Liquid fire is no place for a fish,
In need of a different home.

Self will sail in the heavens.........