Gratitude in Solitude
No clue what time of the day or what day it is even,
Clock ticks away, from one moment to another in rapid ascension.
From the balcony I saw, the space between two plants left ajar,
The cat made prey for the cold milk from afar…
The dog basked in the emptiness of the road.
“Where did all the humans go?” he thought sluggish and bored.
The smell of home, lingering, the magic of nothingness.
The clear sounds of the birds chirping.
The heady scent of a lover’s arms, intoxicating.
The crisp of the soapy fabric, the aroma of my mother’s cooking.
The clear skies and the cornucopia of flowers blooming.
The pulsating of a heart beating, the first steps of a toddler fleeting.
The fantastical fable, the unsteady rhyme of charming poetry.
The verse of prayers sincere, the melody of a soothing lullaby.
The bliss of mind, the tranquility of harmony.
Gratitude in Solitude, like long-forgotten Epiphany.