I Like It When The Sun Rises

and the shine wakes me
and the birds are twittering
and the cats are meowing
and my wife kisses me good bye
and i am again lucky
to be alive
smiling
laughing
crying
hurting
painfully walking
fingers aching
writing poems
cleaning house
washing clothes
and dishes
I am happy to be able to do all this
i am happy to be able to feel all this
I am happy to be alive.

A Hernandez 1 27 2025

Some Poems Are Forgotten

Some poems are forgotten.

As they are not written down.

As the mind is worthless and forgets

Reminds me of the mosquito that one second is right before your eyes and quickly leaves vanishes into another dimension

Reminds me of a cloud up way up in the sky one moment it is duck
and the next something I have no comprehension of.

Like the bubble gleaming sunshine
Pops! And it is no longer mine.

Let me write this down

Before it flies & all gone.

It can now be found

This poem not forgotten.

 7 3 2022 A. Hernandez

My Photo – New Smyrna Beach