Poetry on a Calm and Quiet Morning

Contento

Paul Klusman

I was sitting still, it was quiet in the room,
I was gazing out the window from morning 'till noon.
A sunbeam crept along the floor of the place,
And bounced off a wall and warmed my face.
The cat ate breakfast and gave himself a bath,
Then slept in the middle of the sunbeam's path.

I was sitting still, it was quiet in the room,
I was gazing out the window from morning 'till noon.
The clouds in the sky hung over the town,
And watched over us as the morning came down,
Against the burning blue, all thin and white,
And drifting and dancing in slow delight.

I was sitting still, it was quiet in the room,
I was gazing out the window from morning 'till noon.
The hours slipped away like grains of sand,
Pouring out of time and sifting through my hand.
I asked the morning, "Should I be somewhere, somehow?"
The morning replied, "Right here and right now."