The First Morning Of A New Place

Curtains. View. Morning brew.

first sip of a place anew

curiosity takes its natural place

adventures, innate, wakes for a taste

warmth in the body, warmth in the soul

charmed by shoes on cobblestone

released from hustle like time atoned

where city trains erase the pain

of yesterday's chain of mid-mundane

& one can feast without explaining

one can be, without entertaining

the skyline, a border

of life well-lived or one of boredom

possibility palpable like a certainty

the city and I, not as entities

but part of a collective

that lives with reflective introspection

an expansion of chances

for life's romances

set at sunrise till sunset

tis the breath

the morning of a new place

I have never met