Meditation

I greet the day

in darkness

unfolding my limbs

shaking off dreams

settling on the chaise

with coffee

and compassion

Sometimes

 I see

the sun rise

all early orange in the east

over Russian Hill

Sometimes 

 my eyes

closed

my breath

slow

the sky glows gold

across the bay

Sitting

in the morning

as new as dawn

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 20