Breakfast is special to me <br />It’s a meal supremely suited to my solitary reflection <br />that has a more special, culinary cachet <br />Than are given more familial repasts <br />partaken throughout the day <br /> <br />A certain translucency of one’s self <br />That only transpires in early morning time <br />Requiring only the key of good strong coffee <br />To chase off sleep and unlock the keep… of sunshine <br /> <br />It’s a time when one’s mind <br />Has the real world forsaken <br />In lieu of a slew of great food <br />Like soft eggs, warm toast…and bacon <br /> <br />The newly risen sun <br />A new day born again <br />A time when inspiration… unannounced, <br />Drops in, now and then <br /> <br />Just an old man… in old shabby jammies <br /> Feelin’ the warmth of the sun, so sublime <br />Sittin’ out on the porch steps, sippin’ morning coffee <br />Hummin’ tuneless songs..to the birds… in the sunshine<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-breakfast/
