Sports Car in a Pool

Morning makes perfect sense here
from the safety of a chair
pulled up to a table surrounded
by a screened in porch. Fact:
the sound of a bird chirping sounds a lot
like someone trying to whistle
through a cellophane mask. If that same
someone were to drive a tiny
1970's sportscar into a pool,
the car would float just long
enough for that person to whistle
a quick bird sound from the driver's seat
before the sinking would set in,
and the subsequent consequences would have
to be met. I guess that's
what age teaches us: consequences,
which both liberates us from
impulsivity, and chains us to a drab
routine that prohibits chirping from a sports car
as it sinks in a pool. In other news: the morning
has brightened a bit with a peculiarly
sharp, almost lemony light surging
from the crest of that delightfully
green mountain. Which is to say,
it is dawn, and the world is gurgling
with all sorts of life just waiting
to be hemmed in by consequences.