Getting By Poem by Kyle Schlicher

morning 2: 30AM

i am up with my cup of coffee

before the town is waking and moving about.

I open the front door

and step outside,

a breeze is blowing,

I smell the water upon the wind.

I take a deep breath to relax

as I stare across the bay

at light reflections shimmering,

dancing on the water's surface.

I turn, walking back inside.

I sit down in the florida room,

pick up the remote,

turn on the television

and then i punch in

the 3 numbers for the new age music channel.

this is what i do before 3AM

most

every

morning.


(10-24-2015)