cutting another measure of spring morning

 

the cat laughs

don't you know

live is lived

one breath at a time?

yesterday is never coming back

tomorrow is fiction

a collection of anxieties, wisdom,

a splash of hope

based on nothing

thrown at the blank canvas

of a new day.

only now

this one breath

exists

if you will

breathe in

exhale

repeat

I take another sip of coffee

and listen to the birds

cutting another measure

of spring morning