Second Morning

It was around 10:30 a.m.

I was pushing a wheel barrow down a stony track

when I realized that I was not happy with my morning

the weather was fine, a soft breeze moved casually

but the whole morning in a way, did not feel right at all

I dropped the wheel barrow and went inside

I undressed and went to bed

I had to start this from scratch again!

So I closed my eyes for a while

and instantly remembered the dream I had the night before

I wrote it down

Made some coffee

read a bit about the Philosophy of walking

did some good stretching afterward

a brief but centered meditation

brushed my teeth

had a decent shower

wrote down this poem

prepared some rich breakfast

and started to think about my tasks for the day

There was not such a lot to accomplish anymore I figured

as the sun had traveled west already

But at least I was really happy with my second morning

and my courage to waggishly follow some inner voice!