Just Thinking-Contemplating

Just Thinking

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot-- peace, you know.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.

This is what the whole thing is about.

Contemplating

Waking up on that crisp, cool morning. I opened my front door.
Dew on the grass, clouds orange from the morning sun.
While the flowers are limp, from the cold night.

Been held back my whole time on earth. And
The rest of my time restricted. So I can't
Take moments for granted because they matter to me.
Peaceful--one might say.

Let the glass of thoughts down under the faucet,
And fill it up. Cold, ice cold time. Frozen
With nothing to do. Just present.

This is why I live my life...

Jamie Braddock
(Modeled after William Stafford's "Just Thinking")