today, I
ate a Belgian waffle,

smelled the cold air
as the winter wind
embraced my skin,

read a book to my daughter
about a grumpy monkey,

listened to 80s synth wave,

sat on my back porch
and did nothing

but notice
how good
doing nothing
can feel.

narrow minded
of me

to think
that religion
was the only way
to be with God.