A Hot Tub Morning

Photo by Dimitris Kiriakakis

My favorite time is early morn, 

In the hot tub before starlight fades.

The half-moon is shining bright,

As I lay back to gaze.

I see a satellite pass by the moon,

And soon the brightness showed,

A meteor shooting past, 

Its long tail and embers glowed. 

My gasp had sounded loud and clear,

In my amazement of that wonder

That mighty streak of light, 

Before it went asunder

The morning sky began to change, 

Brightening and defining.

     Then I had to say goodbye 

to the moon from its shining.

Soon the outlines of trees and things

Became silhouettes.

Although barely discernable, 

Definitions I’d soon get. 

I’d see soon, too, what there was to be,

As the glow began to strengthen. 

After the starkness of the night,

Tones of neutrality begin to lengthen,

With a glow of softened hues, 

The muted yellows turn golden,

The orb brings on hues of blue,

To the sun the sky is beholden.

Soon its radiance shows no doubt,

Of a bright day with its fire.

The birds soon start their chirps,

A telegraph to inspire,

all their friends and neighbors 

To chirp out a bright ‘Good Morn.’

The morning’s sounds a cacophony, 

Which never sounds forlorn.

Photo by Michael Walk

As I rise from the water’s heat, 

I fear, when I step from the tub, 

That I will freeze my buns and quickly need

to wrap my naked body tight and rub,

My goosebumps away with my faded robe as I tie it up tight,

And go into the house to dress,

To start my day without duress

Feeling happy to begin the day with such incredible sights.