I took a minute to gather my thoughts, To feel the moment and recognize that which resides in me. I took a minute to hear the fishtank bubble, and the rain on the skylights. I allowed the cloud dimmed light to cut through my fog lined mind. I took a minute to breathe deeply of the moist spring air wafting through the room. I emptied my chest to loosen the bonds that tighten my soul. I took a minute to clear the thoughts that lie heavily upon my body. To open a window into my surroundings. I took a minute, picked up my pen waiting for the words to spill out. Then I wrote this poem and began my day.