Meditating by the open window

Leaves from the dry plant in my window

And branches from the tree outside
Are reflecting in the shiny white lid

of my closed laptop

Stay shut, plastic machine!
So that I can stay suspended
in this awakening place

Drinking in the morning
Greeting the chilly new air
enlivened with the climbing sun

Knowing this is a happening place
From the chirps, twitters, caws and hoots
that excite the warming day

A plane flying in the distance,
the bus has rumbled by

A couple of early risers pass,
Now again empty Quad Lane

Me, hoping I can come again tomorrow