Slow and easy

Sunday morning, waking up,

Slow and easy with the sun,

Stretching out and breathing deep,

A purring cat is nudging me.

Rising up and washing face,

Contentment in the morning's grace,

A kettle simmers, coffee's on,

Feed the cats, and I am gone

To catch a story, interview,

It's Sunday morning, that is true,

But I can't stand the standing still

And battling thoughts I cannot kill.

Better not to think too deep

'Bout all the things I cannot keep,

'Bout all the places I would be

Or whether someone's missing me.

In passing smiles, simple talk,

Nothing's left, nothing's caught,

Yet full of life I can still feel

Avoiding things that are too real.

Then back to home, and falling dusk,

Reflecting on the day because

I love distracting life I lead

Much more than falling into dreams.