Morning Journey

A poetry trip

A morning drizzle dampens my hair

As I walk to the market.

The musty aroma of fish is thick

Fresh fruit glows in

The Dawning light.

A bistro chair

Cradles my body

As my eyes are free to

Dance on colorful people

Strolling by.

Musing are recorded

Guesses of

Names

Occupations

Passions

My journal is chained to my

Every thought.

Any adventure

No matter how small.

Coffee steams

Cloud pictures disappear

In Milliseconds.

The warmth touches my soul

But leaves an impression on my paper.

Rainbow colored flowers

Wrapped in their paper cone are

Perfection on a stick.

They come home with me.

The loft is open

Glowing lights that