sirens early light

on a misty morning, when i was working at a certain coffee shop,

it was quite early and the day had not begun to percolate. it was even to early for daydreams. the sounds of jazz and the smell of fresh joe were in the air..............

my thoughts were turned to the many still in warm beds, swirling, strange dreams above their clouded heads. all the while, they were subliminally aware that soon that tapping bell would sound, telling time for their feet to meet the ground. knowledge of awaiting bread and cup would make them somewhat alive and ease the dull pain of getting up. soon the customers would arrive one by one or maybe two by two. perhaps i would be the first soul they talk to. it was i who would sweetly dole out their daily supply and wish them a good day and goodbye. a warm smile was the final touch, before they went about the hurried morning rush.

but for now, this tiny sacred sliver of time with the watery light swelling and floating was mine. one more breathe then a dive, sharply surfaced as i let out the air. on the shore the crowds were pushing and pooling there. my mind aligned, i began my dutiful, complex and liquidy work. then the patrons blindly harpooned their fee at me and the whole world began to perk.

just as the salty fabled siren: half in and half out of two worlds she sees, so are the mingled secret tides between the morning time and me.

A little poem about what those early mornings working at a coffee shop felt like. the photo above was taken on one such morning. i look back on those days and realize what a privilege it was to be up before the world, behind the scenes, a witness to when the magic of the day actually began!

i am desperately behind in my blogging. i do apologize. i have alot of great things coming your way! stay tuned. thanks for enjoying and God bless.