As morning wakes,
I reclaim dreams,
Once delayed,
from heart,
from mind,
from soul.

Sunrise spills dawn’s
tangerine-gold hues
warm and bright
across my breakfast plate.

Stories unfold
‘mid morning stroll
‘cross neighborhood park.
Whispered thoughts,
secret stories,
resting in mind,
unwind
’til I reach
a place with pen
in hand.

Finally, words beat and flow,
daring me to bestow
light and life
to faceless,
nameless
thoughts.

As lunch draws near,
half a day’s adventure
partly filled,
destiny wills
an undeclared afternoon
adventure designed
solely by me.