The Foundation

by Charles Nkoho

On the scooter,

on my way home.

The sun is up,

soft and mild,

touching my pores

with just the right

amount of heat.

The wind, too,

joins the festivities,

meeting my skin

with just the right

amount of cool air

this morning.

Serpentining along the trail

by the river,

at a moderate

speed,

passing

trees,

walkers,

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bikers,

plants,

flowers,

geese,

birds,

runners,

and stray cats —

with the sun above me,

the wind against me,

and the trees —

their green leaves

happily waving

good morning to me,

while my ears,

through the earpods,

surrender to songs

that enchant the soul.

A beautiful foundation

to begin the morning.

I wish

I could make it

a daily thing.