morning luck

long shadows
rush around
in straight lines

bundled against
the early morning sun
that gives off light
but little heat

another day
for the many lucky enough
to have made it through the night

yet who among us
thinks of the new day that way
before the first cup of coffee
if at all

(D. James)

nothing but now

rain and coffee
waiting for the sun

in my mind
driving through town
on a warm day

smoking one last cigarette
hoping the clouds away

being here now
letting it wash over me

(D. James)