In Totality

Happiness 

inspired by Raymond Carver

A cool morning breeze

ruffles my hair as I sit on the porch,

taking in the dewdrops as they sit

perfectly content on the grass.

The sun is barely visible now,

still biding its time behind my neighbor’s house,

waiting until it makes itself known to all

a glorious display of its radiant majesty.

I sit in pajama pants, almost too small,

heavily worn by constant use

and a hoodie, its royal blue

in stark contrast to the red of the pants.

The road is almost empty,

with only the occasional car passing by leisurely,

and if I listen closely, the cars begin to sound

like foamy waves breaking on the weathered shore.

A cup of tea nests in my hands,

providing just enough warmth to

prevent me from going inside,

missing out on the chance to enjoy the world.