Sitting in my reclining chair,

Snuggled among the wee hours of the quiet still morning,

Savoring the abundance of calm

That is impossible to experience

In the light of the day,

The smell of brewing coffee beckons me.

In complete contrast to the ringing of telephones,

The chattering of media

That routinely invades the daytime hours,

And the rushing sounds of various motors and wheels,

Speeding on pavement and churning the air

As they pass in the distance.

In this time, I can savor a calm sip of coffee.

The peaceful darkness is only interrupted

By the occasional refrigerator and heat pump motors

As they cycle on to do their nightshift work,

And the slight movements of the dog

As he snores and dreams in his bed by the fireplace.

It is now, that I can truly enjoy another sip of coffee.

Not long before the quiet calm

Gives way to a bird’s song and a rooster’s crow,

My coveted visit with myself is replaced with

Invading thoughts of busy plans and noisy chores.

The light of the new day crawls slowly over the horizon

And now I empty my cup of its last cherished and invigorating sip of coffee.