This morning dawned with a damp, grey rain.
It drew the energy from me and I
wanted to crawl,
back behind my eyelids.
My heavy head sank, a slow-motion slip to the pillow,
as the rain’s rhythm tapped the glass and sang
me back to sleep.
I’m ripped from dreams by the clock.
The blaring alarm sends sharp nails
through my mind. Slit eyes study red bars
that blink and shift into strict, numbered sense.
Bleary, weary, I know…
I must get up.
A soft paw on my chin – the cat’s awake.
His heat and rumbling purr motivate.
My thoughts turn to coffee, a cigarette, a hot shower.
I take my comfort where I can.
Sweet, hot java mixes with smooth smoke.
I sit and watch the drops drip down outside,
as the cat slinks like oil into my lap.
Later, I stand naked, under jets
and emerge, dripping, like this morning’s sky.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007