There are moments that are ours
That belong to us
As I wait for the water to fill my cup
As I open a suctioned window
To take a morning breath
And let the pollen in
Before the knock comes on the door
Before the bill collector
Before they get us
A peaceful space that belongs to us
While the shower water heats
While my screen unlocks
And my program loads
The pending tasks must wait
The deadlines are helpless
They must wait for us
My coffee brews
My inner army stands
To wage war on their war
Try as they may to extract
The nectar from our grapes
They too must wait for them to ripen
And that time is ours
About the Creator
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