expectation at the door

we leave the moment to itself and expectation at the door. open the blinds to greet the day as it comes: a soft smile through morning clouds. with time and space for breathing all the edges round a little softer than before. look around and there are birds in the trees and flowers to pick from neighbours’ gardens. it’s really nice to see you. should we lie and watch the ceiling? nothing needs to mean more than a happy thought or moment. we can stop and be without wanting more than where or how we are (for now).