Light streams across the kitchen table,
sunrise suspended in dust bunnies not yet formed and wisps of incense wafting west.
Fall’s crisp arrival echos in scattered birdsong
as I inhale to cement this memory.
There are more and more of these lately:
moments I fear losing to the sands of time,
mindful souvenirs without artifact,
blissful presence without worry.
I know now that I will inevitably forget the impact of this alignment.
If I’m lucky, it returns to me in a dream or meditation.
If I’m intentional, its recreated morning after morning–
the cavernous night sky reflected in a single cup of coffee.
This equanimity feels like free-falling into the universe’s embrace,
sweet surrender to slow, simple pleasures.
Each sip serving as a gentle reminder that the present is all we have,
warmly welcoming another day of potential and possibility.