Sunday Morning

A lazy Sunday morning

A nice warm sunny morning

Reading bits of the Guardian when a title catches my eye

Even one on vibrators does not make me shy

Between thoughts of authors like Clive James and Joyce Carol Oats

Experiences and asking for help notes

Of people who live and think so differently from me

Trying to understand what makes then different from me

A joke or cartoon catches the eye now and then

Making me smile or even laugh again

A cup of tea to sip at hand

Crossword puzzle that I am attempting to understand

Pencil hovers over the puzzle while I frown in concentration

Then I think do I really enjoy this sensation

Of frustration and drop back to random thoughts

Flitting from one to another akin to unguided bots

Why is it that I forgive grievances of past?

Have I grown mellow at last?

Is it that life has thrown up alternate perspectives?

So why new hurts are not avoided by these changed perspectives?

As I grow older and maybe wiser

Just because my past experience is my advisor

I care a little less for conventions

Aiming only for joyous interactions

Occasional Sunday reflection is good

Stopping to smell the roses does my soul good