I hear background noises play like a picture reel
My mind is still, for once;
It quietly listens to the moonlight
While cars go by

I love mornings
Coffee, green tea
The bubbling fish tank
All of it

The chirp of birds at six A.M.
The smell of avocado toast
The anticipation of the day
The smell of movie theater popcorn

I see no pictures in my mind’s eye;
But I feel them
I feel every frame
I feel alive