Song for the dawn

Meeting the morning

With an aching neck

And the remains of last night’s

Water on the bedside table.

A new day dawning,

Her hours not written yet.

The sun is too bright

And the curtains gape

Like a yawning mouth

 

Yesterday went unnoticed

Yesterday just went.

Meeting the morning

Unarmed and

Dust covered

Silently groaning

Through a duvet jacket,

A tired eye

Motions to the door.

Before breakfast

Coffee to pass the time

And the weight

Of teal lit nothing

Against

The great daily climb.