One autumn day
I caught morning on the run
when the rays of the sun
parading past me
became one
and water-colored the sidewalks yellow
I celebrated this day's dawn
with a cup of hot coffee
served with buttered toast
The waitress
my priest
my host
the bringer of the holy ghost
appeared darkly dressed
offering me
my breakfast
and in this corner of the room
sunbeams flowered light
upon a white napkin
making it more white.