Delicious rumple of damp sheets
Pushed away in the hot, still, sunny air.
Out on the street a tootle of horns
And the quick hiss of a bus
Braking at the corner.
A sudden shout of friend to friend
Over the chatter of three girls giggling by.
An odor of rain blown in from far away
Comes, mixed with market smells:
A whiff of jasmine, whiff of cooking rice.
Soon it will be time to rise
And join the hectic day,
But just for now the sheets are soft; the air is sweet;
And just for now it is enough
To lie here and be simply, slowly,
And deliciously alive.
