Morning Walk

When I need to clear my head 

I focus and get out of bed 

Teeny pink shorts, some suncream too 

Hop in the car; drive traffic through. 

The ocean appears as I drive down 

Awaba Street, the clouds a crown 

Heart starts to lift; it feels quite light 

It sometimes sings, when things feel right. 

The water sparkles morning sun 

Dancing waves rhythms spun 

The sand so clean; freshly swept 

Balmoral Queen; nicely kept. 

Joggers, walkers, dogs there are 

Swimmers, bakers, idlers far 

I walk along the promenade 

Like being in my own postcard. 

The parcourse is a favourite place 

To briskly walk and raise a sweat 

Once, twice and three times please 

Steps chalk up; a blue rosette. 

Boardwalk fresh; the boats look cool 

They bob about enticing; drool 

And then it’s time for coffee, no? 

What’s the point, say some; let’s go. 

Awaba coffee and fruit toast 

Or Bathers for granola most 

The Greek for coffee, toast and jam 

Too many dogs are there; goddamn. 

It’s always all about the walk 

The sun, the rain, the breeze, the talk

That gives me peace with no chagrin 

A glimpse of Shangri-La within.