Life relaxes itself into slow tunes and open windows.
The cat perched on the window sill, catches birds with his eyes
and breathes in air not stifled by cigarette smoke and air freshener.
A quiet morning, blue hued wakings, cluttered rooms.
Instead of tension that glues my being to what needs to
be accomplished, what needs to be addressed,
the smells and the light and the air's soft breath
move my body into the slow progression of mindful
execution of those things that need today, no other day,