Morning

Sponging up the generous sunbeams
The cool air blows a spiral my way,
The builders chat some hushed hilarity
And my feet amble me along (thank you)
Shuffling, drinking the day, dreaming -
And everything is where it should be.
The pavement paves my way with
Glittering sparkling crystals. Of course
They are tiny pins of glass from some
Persistent and passionate banter/brawl-
But this morning, they are stars waking up,
Bleary, weighty blinks, ready to shine.
The cherry on this joyful self-freeing feeling:
'Get Happy' perks on my wayward shuffle
And everything is where it should be.