sun breaking the horizon
in a golden orange hue
promising another
unseasonably warm
winters day

i stand in your doorway
catching those last moments
of small boy dreams
the liitle tuxedo cat
creating eternity at my feet
his motor putt-purring away

in the kitchen eggs are scrambling
and coffee is being poured into large cups
by the aging surfer dude, who has already
been down to commune with the sea

i call to wake you and as your eyes open
you smile, the cat abandons me
to sail into your arms a frenzy of love
and whiskers, you laugh and laugh

today...is going to be a good day