Climbed up the dark hill, (the same one we climbed);

To watch a sleepy city wake to a brilliant sunrise.

Paused in a deserted garden to think, to pray, and yes, do my abs;

Watched by testy parrots breakfasting noisily in the green of the mimosa plants.

The lotus pond was teeming and hidden under my shirt, tender petals cool against my skin;

I brought these three:

They wanted to say good morning.

Love-Rosemary