Breakfast Shortly After Midnight

You are about quiet.
The long walk.
Meditation.
Working the garden.

You neither win nor lose.
You live breath to breath.
In the not too long ago.
And the not quite yet.

You crafted peace
like a walnut rocking chair
sanded stained
and shellacked.

You savor your gray hair
like the gray rainclouds
and what the loss of each
from the wind means.

Behind it all is a song.
Your song.
Slow motion sips
from a never empty cup.

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