Ode To White

Ode to the fresh start,

for when I hear morning,

I can't help but think

new beginning.

Be it coffee mug

begging for the black

for didn't you know,

this was how balance

was born.

Ode to the egg white

for you have

finished second

for years

yet you still

have the bravery

to show up on the plate,

perfect.

Ode to the white shirt

daring to make it

to bedtime

and remain clean.

How I envy

your lack of faith

in failure.

Ode to the frost.

The stubborn master

of first light.

Selfish you may be,

but you know what you want

and you go get it.

Ode to the road markings

keeping everybody in check,

reminding everybody

to stay in their lane.

Ode to the paper,

sacrificing its skin

for these words.

It is nice for somebody

to believe in me

for a change.

Ode to the white everywhere!

You land of opportunity wearing,

role model reminding,

wake up and smell the zen garden,

son of a gun!