Solitude becomes
me, with space to expand breath.
Hear the gentle chimes.
peace
Reflective break from usual judgement tastes sweet.
Progress measures poles
apart from the head and heart.
Ripe mangos are rare.
Something indescribable about mornings at the lake
Quiet kayak glides
Gently through protected cove.
Birds sing morn report.
MKat Reclamations 