plates of eggs and coffee

 

Wind from the get go this morning
it must be the weekend

How many times
have I looked at the trees
then driven down
anyway
expecting
the laws of physics 
to have changed
so the winds don't
blow it to shit

it never changes

thousands of surfers will
trade dreams of
glassy tubes
for a plate of eggs
and coffee

Watching another morning
unfold
as the sunrises