invigorated
i awaken
each morn'
with-
nary a word.
some folks
will never
understand.. .
a
wing flapping
morning bird.
as dawn
breaks
the horizon,
i have
the energy
of a hurricane.
i attack
the fresh day
like an
onslaught
of rain.
the rain
gives me
the chance
to lick
and groom
my
messy mane.
i leap
from my bed
with a
scratch and
a roar.
i am what
you call
a "bion"
a word that
i am sure
you have never
heard before.
as an admitted
pluviophile,
the sounds
of morning rain
excite and
arrest me.
these things
i speak of
are free.. .. .
as a poet -
our frame
of mind is
always front
and center.. .
we are
open books,
we are doors
that need
no key.
in life,
we just
feel things
more deeply.. .
better.