Cool Morning: A Song

Early morning. Cup of coffee. Just light.

The storm last night,
a gather of hail and of wind,
now a clutter of leaves
on the porch.

Two weeks over ninety degrees,
sheets wet with sweat,
but this morning it’s cool,
it’s cool!

I open up doors and windows
and now just sit
in the cool, cool, cool of the morning,

tell myself, I’m here.