Morning creeps in,
My head is not ready for it.
It glows against the mountain
against the quiet clouds
tinging all things golden
as they brighten to full day…
I am not ready
wanting the landscapes still
of dreams
of downy comforter and bed
pillowing my head
in sleep, dayless,
consciousless…
Slowly,
relentlessly
day pushes out
the shadows of the house;
world sounds,
the silence
of the head and house…
Body nags
its various needs
like the cat demanding
that I rise right now
and admit the day
and make a start
though it wholly goes
against my heart.
2019
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