Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem!
The world cries out this resounding chant as it hurriedly awakens to tackle the tasks of the day.
But there is no Carpe Diem here
This day, is not to be seized
This day I lay in soft slumber as the morning sneaks through the leaves and the blinds of my window
My eyes flutter open, a soft smile playing on my lips
‘fore I know there is no Carpe Diem here
Here is a day, one of few that I am allowed to waken as slowly as the sun rises
Shuffling to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, one eye on the sun making sure we keep the same time
As the coffee brews, I slide on my slippers, grab a blanket and take another peak out the window
With coffee in hand, I envelope the blanket around me and venture out into the predawn
There is no Carpe Diem here
Cocooned in the blanket, sipping the freshly brewed nectar I listen
Eyes closed as I relish in the warmth of the early morning suns dappled rays on my face, as they tease between the leaves of the trees where the wind is tickling them to and fro.
The birds are waking, chirps and chirrups saying good morning to me because they know all too well
There is no Carpe Diem here
Relishing the time I am sharing with the waking of the day I sigh deeply, inhaling the morning, exhaling all the worries from the day before
Cup of coffee almost finished; it has become cold as I try to extend my time with the morning
I look up at the wily sun and almost see it winking at me from higher on the horizon
“It’s time now… Go….Carpe Diem!” says the sun
But I coyly smile and wink back
“Don’t you know?” I ask, “There is no Carpe Diem here!”
As I wisp back for one more cup of coffee