Unplugged

To just sit and drink

Your cup of coffee

Inhaling its aroma

Its steam warming

Your cheeks down

To the soles of

Your feet

To listen to the song

Of the rain trickling

On stones like water

Tickling their surfaces

Pouring on grass

Like a rustled whisper

Of comfort, "tip-tap"

To watch birds fluttering

Chirping on the barb-wired fence

As if in serious conversation

To find oneself immersed

In that conversation as well,

Chiming in

To feel the coolness of air

The rain gives off

On your bare skin

To touch window panes

And trace one's name

Or another's or draw

Stars, hearts or

Whatever shape

And to behold the

Dew drop on

One's finger point

To hold that piece of

Silver scoop and wonder

How fingers move

To shovel bits and pieces

To one's mouth

That nourish one's faculties

To feel every texture, taste

And crunch with your

Teeth, palate and tongue

To wait for nothing

But your own body when

It already aches from sitting

And feeling and taking

It all in.

To close your lids

And feel the lashes move

Like a gentle brush stroke

To breathe. To just breathe.

To know with all of your

Bones and tired skin

All that makes

One alive, what it is

To be alive

All this...

A most astonishing,

sublime thing...