...oh i don't know, mmmseems pretty solid to me...sun pushy*grin* *morning breaking eggs* *buses getting kids ready* *time needs something nobody can spell it*...george, all pomes to me can take a lil tweeeking but sometime like calf roping throw our hands up, call time!...yahooo, charlie you got them metaphors going...

I love the "pushy sun," "the morning breaks eggs in a hot pan". A thought provoking ending - or perhaps a new beginning? ;)

The unexpected views all the way through this poem give an unusual perspective, and one that mirrors how all these things -feel. From a detached view the sensation, the explanation, can be explained this way. The verse speaks like a tour guide through the day, and the "morning" has the power to break eggs. It is this feeling of morning and the association that provokes this and gives it the power, and all the other things follow --the "lovers" leaving just to do their work, that's different--but it still follows the strong undertone of -this is the real trail-feeling of this - and it is. The last line has mystery and a sudden strong finale to it. I like to think of someone explaining our days and nights to an alien this way. Excellent.

to focus on the second stanza, I have learned as a child and now as an assumed adult, that I have always learned more when the teacher took a hiatus from the lesson. The grasping, the lesson, the learning for me has always been at the respite and not while the lesson was in full swing. As always, George your poem is ignition to my engine.