let's call this a nice morning

i open my eyes, flat white sky
yawn, a cat stretches its body nearby
open sill, greenery with spills of gold
with hummingbird, sight and sound, behold!

hello world! some device lit up on top of wood
i sat to write something, wishing i could
"nice mornin'", some simple sequence appeared
something more, but then nothing followed, and so i jeered

after the hinges folded, out of the enclosure, i bolted
with the sound of footsteps, as i look around, the waiting balcony came near
there! i think i saw, after persuading the trees, the cool breeze greeted
"nice mornin'", as the breeze passed by, but then I have no words to spare

the houses beamed as the street welcomes the day
some two-foot passed, and then a four-foot, as the street cheers
i just stared and dreamed, fleeting thoughts as the clouds swept away
yes, it's a nice mornin';  all i could utter after these years

behind me the steps ascended, while quiet ground lay ahead
rusty bars amidst crawling leaves, new horizon unveiled
rubber on rock, i met the street as the sun pat my head
nice mornin', i sighed, as i set off to the field

ordinary special morning isn't it?
day by day, nothing has actually changed
though everyday, i knew every morning's different i think
it's just that, it's just that... short for words, "nice mornin'" is all i can say


crude verse, 2014