I meant to write yesterday
I did
But already,
The weight of my own expectations
has me spinning
a little,
Tilting in the winds of responsibility
like a small weathervane on the roof,
with the storm approaching.
Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning,
the sound of the clock on the wall
ticking out my heartbeat.
Or the coffee-
A last, lonely rescued bag from China
of jasmine coffee
Far too full of creamer and flavour
to be anything other than bad for me.
I soak in the moment
Fragrance, sounds, silence
My breathing and heart rate slow,
Calm descends
For a moment,
I remember what peace feels like,
Exhaling expectations,
Inhaling joy