meditating in the morning

the sunlight lured me in

like a calming stranger

into their house wishing

no apparent pain at all

I let go and embrace.

no matter what happens.

the morning renders endless.

I breathe in every smoke there is

and blow out a sweetness,

reminiscent of a gentle childhood

incessant chitter-chatters between tables

joyful laughter in the distance

in the making of someone's memory

the mundane task of overthinking about everything

the bustling escapism of the weekend

might as well hear the birds sing

there's jazz in the air

floating creatures in the skies

swimming Gods in the universes

I hear Sisyphus rolling his boulder

Jesus Christ forgiving his followers

Icarus flying too close to the sun

a muddy river coursing through time

all in all, I am a ghost

a being in the distance of it all

fearful of making any noise

knowing my existence will be known

meditating on every day life

sitting close, too close really

I almost become someone

or something