CERTAINLY

isn’t waking up as easy as cautious sips of velvet foam and espresso, that regular cappuccino held with two cold hands on a bench before work while purple and maroon hummingbirds visit still dew-covered petals of tulips, and the buzz and hum in your ears of lawn-mowers as they release a musky scent of fresh death ?

isn't work as simple as taking notice of a grocery bag the color of beaches fluttering in the wind and to write it down without any precise or particular reason or rhyme, just to have it for later?

isn't god just a breeze, moments of epiphany as you listen to the patterns of guitar in your favorite song, or the line-breaks which break your heart in your favorite poem, or the clutch and grasp of your grandmother's hand as she gasps for her last breath?

isn't love something as obvious as the sound of cricket's chirps and the moistness of the grass and the silence that passes on a random picnic day with wine and a baguette and olive oil to dip it in, with that particular person, who could be anyone at that moment, just basking in the company of another human?

and life is as easy as gentle and moderate, serene and temperate and tranquil as all those things as life is love and god and work and especially waking up. isn't it as simple as waking up?