before it all begins

you exhale,

tired already,

so you sit in the chair

in the big

room,

the room where the light is

good enough

to read by,

but who has the time?

there are trees out the window

full of rain.

a red cardinal

on sill.

the day is ahead of you.

it waits

for you.

but for now this is good.

the quiet

and peace

before it all begins again.