I Can Sit

I can sit at a window.

I can look out.

There may be people or

animals or

scenery out of the

window.

And I can see it.

I can sit at my desk.

I can slide my

headphones over my

ears and listen to

pop, rock or country.

And I can hear it.

I can sit in the kitchen.

A plate of hot

food glides towards me

and I pick up my

cutlery and eat.

And I can taste it.

I can sit in my garden.

I wander over to

the rose bush and

hold a flower to

my nose.

And I can smell it.

I can sit on my own.

Instead, I could

have many people

around me, all

talking and laughing.

And I can live it.