Morning creeps in,My head is not ready for it.It glows against the mountainagainst the quiet cloudstinging all things goldenas they brighten to full day… I am not readywanting the landscapes stillof dreamsof comforter and bedpillowing my headin sleep, dayless,consciousless… Slowly,relentlesslyday pushes outthe shadows of the house;world sounds,the silenceof the head and house… Body nagsits various …