Ideal Day

 

Aroma nudges my nose and I roll over, 

stretch arms and legs, reach out 

feeling muscles twitch. On my feet, 

I pour, mix and stir. Steam wafts, 

tickling my nose, warmth down my throat 

into my mid-section. I dress and pull clothes 

over my head pressing my hair to my scalp, 

encase my feet in socks and shoes. 

cool leather chair, close my eyes, 

I walk through the door into sunshine 

and head toward the bridge, 

feel the concrete sidewalk under my feet, 

nod at people I meet, words in my ears. 

Up and down in sun and shade eventually

returning home, fingertips pressing buttons. 

I revel in warm water flowing through my hair 

and over my body then the texture of a soft towel,

pull dry clothes over me. I sit in the slide into myself,

a buzz breaks my silence 

and I offer prayers for my people. 

I open the doors and cold air rushes out, 

pick items and taste the sweetness of grapes 

and pull in some sticky peanut butter. 

I close the door and open the notebook. 

My people come to life again on the page.

The sun fades into evening.

I taste what you have provided, we read

and then I slip into nothingness.