Sunny-side up

I always wanted to end a Poem with the words:

Sunny-side up!

Here an attempt...

August summer bliss

Oh charming morning warmth

I cannot retain or uphold you

not your breath on my skin before sunrise

not these soft layers of horizon-clouds

not this pounding of my heart

not the outline of this very body I speak out of

Not you dear people

not you dear close friends

as there is nothing but surf

you most lovely impermanence...

But: there is still twilight now

and a few hundred starlings just passed my open window

way North like a nomadic wing-air Mantra

and when He rises soon, like an egg

ready to slip into the pan of my existence

Father Sun

I do have a choice how I want to have that egg fried

and I will scream in joy:

“Sunny-side up!”

(….seeing myself at the end of the day...

...like a child holding its plate with a daring face whispering:

could I have some more please?)