There’s just something 
about this that
oh I don’t 
know lemme see
that just makes 
me blush maybe 
it’s the piano 
or the cool
quiet day as
it creeps slowly 
or oh maybe 
it’s how I
remember all these
forever mornings before 
when I never 
but really should 
have known better 
but now I’ve 
got to go 
and get coffee 
started feeling all
of those thens 

Oh this 
wee bit 
tickle of
the morning 
ticket to
pleasure punch
mine please 
let’s ride 
up and 
over and 
down and 
round and 
round again 
on the 
carousel of 
fun and 
the roller
coaster of 
glee that 
only early 
summer mornings 
can be 

Knowing what is
the first step 
in finding it
no distractions bells
or whistles just 
the slow steady
march towards getting 
nook and cranny 
under every rock 
behind the curtain 
is always where
easy to find 
is always the 
first thing lost
for one’s attention 
is always on
the other things 

Life is
filled with 
little trinkets 
and treasures 
meant to
tickle and 
amuse it’s
the little 
things that
mean most 
and overlooked 
when chasing 
the grandiose 
and grand 
just because 
something is
elusive doesn’t 
mean that 
it’s better 
likely it’s 
just a 
fickle pickle 

I’ve become 
that man
up early 
laundry started 
standing on
deck coffee 
in hand 
what ever 
happened to 
him who
staggered home 
at this 
hour ready
for day
to start 
his night