No where to go.
No one to be.
A leisurely morning
with no one but me.

The freedom and space
for whatever I please.
I might sit down at the piano
and plunk on the keys.

Or take a walk through the garden,
spend some time with the birds.
Or I could read or write something–
feed my romance with words.

Whatever I do,
it’s all up to me.
My perfect day
allows me to just be.