For Granted

Cereal

The process of living:

retrieving the cereal from the pantry

The simple pouring of the cereal

into a bowl from the cupboard

with milk from the fridge

with a spoon from the drawer

pulling out my chair with the extra cushion

lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Automatic conveyance without mindful grip

relaxing into the sensations of living, breathe in

hold and exhale gently while ingesting energy

Setting the spoon to ceramic bowl clanking glassily

DISTRACTION

lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Where you are

You’re in the dark of night

You’re in the waking morn

You’re in the still and silence

You’re in the raging storm

You’re in the faces that I see

The ones That all look back at me

You’re in the lakes and rivers

You’re in the roiling sea

You’re the purple smoky mountains

You’re the very air I breathe

You’re a dream of love delivered

You’re a heart, a part of me.