In the Cool Morning Air

In the Cool Morning Air

 

A new day rises.
The sun is peeking above the nearest trees,
and I smell of moist wood.
It's hissing at me in the cool morning air.

Keep calm,
old flame.
Your heat brings energy to many.
Be grateful for your natural gifts,
for I am a mere Man feeling the energy of a God
or so I think,
and there are many ways to think of such things.

 
The Egg and the Chicken

The Egg and the Chicken

A Post by Jack Kerouac

A Post by Jack Kerouac