The beauty of this morning

hits me in my head

ocean blue, resplendent

set out like a starched cloth

in a fancy restaurant

A table set for feasting

 

And the blue haze far

over to the south - where

small islands beckon

beneath mountain tops

beneath everything that 

looks like bread for my soul

 

This day is like liquid honey

oozing down my jaw

spreads out thickly

like the way I like peanut butter

 

The dance on this cracked

wooden floor has me twirling

even as the chook outside

is experimenting with the most

horrid screech

 

And you,

you are on my

mind, your home, your family,

brothers, mother, father, and nana

why I want to be there

but don’t think I should 

stretch myself that far

 

Keep wondering, I say to myself