Sunday morning in August

 

I told myself to ignore the bright sunshine 

At a table on a deck my seat in the warm summer sun 

I listen to waves softly lap against the shore.

I told myself to ignore how hot I felt

From the woods to my back a cool breeze touches my neck 

I listen to the quiet 

I told myself to squelch the creeping feeling of a hangover 

In my hand a fresh cup of black coffee 

I listen to the cheerful clank of halyards against aluminum masts

I told my self to ignore the problems of my life

In front of me two dogs roll and play in the grass at my feet

I listen to a loon in the distance

I told my self to be grateful 

This is a moment is denied to many 

I listen to the sounds of a warm summer morning

Photo credit: Scott Cain