Breakfast is special to me
It’s a meal supremely suited to my solitary reflection
that has a more special, culinary cachet
Than are given more familial repasts
partaken throughout the day

A certain translucency of one’s self
That only transpires in early morning time
Requiring only the key of good strong coffee
To chase off sleep and unlock the keep… of sunshine

It’s a time when one’s mind
Has the real world forsaken
In lieu of a slew of great food
Like soft eggs, warm toast…and bacon

The newly risen sun
A new day born again
A time when inspiration… unannounced,
Drops in, now and then

Just an old man… in old shabby jammies
Feelin’ the warmth of the sun, so sublime
Sittin’ out on the porch steps, sippin’ morning coffee
Hummin’ tuneless songs..to the birds… in the sunshine

David Whalen

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