Precious

No, I cannot afford to wait.

My coffee’s getting cold. I’m late.

That I can re-heat

The drink, my steps forget

I have cold feet.

I come from my morning walk

Reach out for the cup.

The trained talk

Takes me away, anxieties go up

With every single sip.

My mind missed the chirping of the birds

It reminds me of the dewdrops

I had to skip.

I wasn’t with the sunrise, overlooked the trees

Didn’t feel the grass, wasn’t present with the breeze

Life is here with me walking as my mate

With worries onerous,

This life precious, 
I cannot afford to waste.