Night steals a bit more daylight
as the earth edges towards the autumnal equinox
and my balance
begins to be a bit more steady
standing on my head
while balancing an egg
on its point.
Not really sure
what’s the point of that exercise
but the rooster crows a little later each morning
as we rise and shine into a new dawn –
all things equal
and balanced
and I think we’ll have scrambled today.
How do you like your toast?