The day starts silently--
The scent of chamomile,
The heat of tea-mug,
The sound of breathing.

Later, I will be running,
I will be thinking.
Later, I will see you and smile,
But none of that is now;
Now is chamomile.

Breathe in;
I am empty.
Breathe in;
I am full
Of silence and emptiness,
Of chamomile,
The darkness of early morning light.
Breathe in.

I am not thinking of the day,
I am not thinking of you,
I am not thinking.

I am breathing.

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