As I sit in the
early morning quiet
Drinking my tea
and pondering life
My face in the
window across from me catches my eye.
The windows in
this house serve as mirrors.
This mirror is
too good.
I see the
beginnings of lines on my face.
How is that
possible?
I have heard
their presence just means you have spent a lot of time laughing
Hmm.
We’ll go with
that.
But since I am in
a thoughtful mood as the sky turns pink and the birds start chirping,
I consider some
other lines in my life.
I think of the
lines across the sky I have made
Leaving loved
ones and comng back to them, repeat cycle.
So many emotions
in those lines.
I think of the
lines I have crossed.
Some lines are
not meant to be crossed, others are made to be crossed,
It seems part of
wisdom is discerning the two.
Lastly I think of
the lines I myself have drawn in the figurative sand.
“This far and no
further.”
Famous words,
good words, so I use them.
The sun is
peaking over the roof of the house across the yard, my contemplative state is
fast departing
In its place I
begin to think about breakfast.
