Sunday’s Coffee

Today, there is no need for me to rush.
I’ll take advantage of this to move slow.
It may not mirror a life that is plush,
But too often these moments come and go
To be thrust back into a frantic pace.
I’ll stand at the window with my coffee,
Watching the sun climb in its morning race,
Knowing there is no place I need to be.
In a big city full of distraction,
Always begging for you to do something,
I will take the opposite reaction,
And fill up my schedule with nothing.
Tomorrow returns to reality;
Today I’m taking what’s in front of me.