Perched on my chair
In the morning chill
Hot coffee cupped
In my hands.
Dog is crunching
On kibble
And phone is
Charging nearby
What promises
Will the day hold
If I uphold
My method of meditation.
In the harried
Morning rush
Of days gone by
I longed for peace.
What I didn’t
Know
Was it was
Within reach
If only I were
centered.
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