Finding My Way

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


Was it was

Within reach

If only I were


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: