I find myself in no rush. Waking up to the heavy air of Spring. I needed another 10 minutes to find my breath. It’s more impressive to me that it’s May now than that it is Wednesday. I move in months not in days and this one is begging of me…”rest. sleep. you need more time.” So, I ignore the time and the day and I know only it’s May 1st and the birds interpret my desire as a question and answer, “yes. yes. yes.” So, I look to the tree. My favorite tree and she’s blooming, as my whole neighborhood is. The birds chose to fly now. I understand. The sky is so clear. So soar. What’s that bird that sounds like it’s saying “mine-mine-mine”? I’ll find out today, and share the findings with my lover, who celebrates and writes me by the day. So, I poured the coffee. I picked the mug myself. I will let it cool. I will be late to work again. But, I shouldn’t go anywhere until I catch my own breath. Have had my coffee. Have written to the day. May 1st, May I? yes, yes, yes.
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