Winds are blowing off Elliot Bay,
rain in sheets on the hills;
old Seattle waking up to black coffee
and the sound of another storm.
I’m heading out
to find an egg in this town,
maybe some bacon and bread.
Gusts pound off the buildings
challenging their insult;
sea birds hunker down
tucked into their wings.
What’s born on the ocean
has time on its side
but I’ve a few pennies of kindness
and a dollar or two of ambition.
It’s time to face the wind.
Thanks, Don… great invitation.
You have become my favorite poet Don. Now, if only you would show your face around here now and again….
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty of windswept rain and enjoyment of the simple things, like breakfast. Peace be unto you this All Saints Day.
Like the images of seeking sustenance, facing the wind, and going with what you’ve got. Truth, here.
Getting ready for adversity and giving thanks……
I Love this one, Don. It’s so simple and honest. It’s a bite of real food today……..Thank you….
Don:
So well written…..great imagery as always.
Bill
good luck . . .
Hard to keep a good man away from bacon, eggs, and toast in the morning. I can smell this one!