I cloud
hanging about 
happy above 
borne of
sea made
of moisture 
I keep 
my saltiness 
to myself 
and only 
ever weep 
cool rain 
in which 
to dance 
puddle me
this then

I now live
a hollow life
once a rifle 
now a fife
choosing to play
than scare away
knowing that strife
is no way
to live life 

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