Morning at a Friend’s House in 1972
by Robert Halleck
wake up with the Blues.
is 8 AM.
the chilly room I smoke and watch the smoke rise.
an hour I read Atlas
Shrugged, still in love
Dagny Taggart. Strong women are interesting, rare.
host and I entered
night on a raft of conversation.
the blessed silent morning.
pull on shorts, yesterday's shirt and go downstairs.
yet fully awake I make coffee, smoke another cigarette,
last night's pizza, finish a beer, a rye and flat soda.
host stirs upstairs, comes down
his cat, sends me to the bakery.
have not written a poem in a week. That will end today,
I remind myself life is marvelous. Most likely
will not be the day I was looking for but it will be
day I have.
Robert Halleck is a retired banker living in Del Mar, California with
his muse, Della Janis. He has been writing poetry since 1958. Poetry is more
than a hobby but it does not crowd out other activities such as golf, autocross
racing, and caregiving through Stephen Ministries. His poetry has appeared in Chiron,
Yellow Mama, Third Wednesday,
and Main Street Rag. He is a member
of San Diego's Not Dead Yet Poets and hopes to continue as a member for a long