Saturday Morning,
like every other morning,
is a good time for writing;
and, seeing as how
it is Saturday Morning now,
(well, it was when I wrote this)
I shall write these words,
and maybe more,
upon high ground,
as it is quite dangerous
writing upon the shore,
due to the rain and the wind,
that is there,
and the possibility
of opening Death’s door
and walking through;
for, if the tide should rise above my head,
I would have to stop writing,
and start being dead.
