The Pace of Today

The morning breeze of summer
Cools my coffee as I sit
Listening to the sounds of nature
From an old wooden bench on the porch.

The Swallows buzzing overhead
Angry at my location to their nest.
The cottonwood floating by
Like an early winter snow.

In the distance the noise
Of leaves and tall grass
Fluttering to a candance all their own.

There is no city pollution,
No loud people or cars,
No demands of life,
Just the pace of today.

I believe nature is having her way with me.

This earthy rukus is calming.
Even the barking dog in the distance,
Seems to be offering praise to the morning.

My coffee is now cold,
For I have lost myself,
On the bench,
On the porch,
Today.

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Written by Robert S. Henry, the morning after we arrived at my in-laws home for my father-in-law's funeral. June 2015.