Trout at the Hilton

A travelers note

Trout at the Hilton

 

The early morning sunshine

it always feels welcoming and new.
I sit in a hotel, the plurality of faces, the early risers,

they seem  to have warmer connotations than the mid morning crowd.

Each, another, makes gentle and playful banter

like children who just  arrived in the sandbox.

 

There is the odd person hawking the food

always afraid someone may get more,

may get there first and steal that choice morsel,

a metaphor to their lives unlived in a vain of worry

to a lost morsel of a life never tasted.

 

 So many destinations to reach today,

 so many more lives to be touched,
 breakfast at the Hotel is a gathering eddy

 for the middle class trout in line at the breakfast buffet.