Sunday at last

Routine tires me and each day
a challenge is born.
Many children follow me around and I chase
them like a cat fireflies.
My energy is fuelled
my smile fed
only Sundays interrupt.

Freedom in a box

The box is well defined
The walls high but reachable,
Yet a fresh air is coming through
And I breath freedom.
I think inside the box,
Generate space and ideas
And opinions and opportunities.

UV filter, no filter

There sun is high and my favourite
energy source
In days of uncertainty.
I cannot eat chocolate enough,
My batteries cannot hold enough coffee
Only the sun holds my hand
Always.
No SPF50, no UV filters, please.