the green light of left words flashes
a cold message through
the hours since sleep held the night
and muffled the call of low hours.
Now is not the time to lift the piece
touch the two buttons and wait… .
Wait rather for the morning light
when green alarms less
when dark leaves the world
when sun warms the room
and the breath of my body gathers itself
to push forward into the day.
*Thanks to Alexander Shatov of Unsplash for the image
I approach the bed in darkness my head feeling happy for tomorrow there’s that coffee arrangement to look forward to and then…I slow need something there, search the cupboard, bare
Nothing moves the tree in the pavement is a cut-out the sky above its ceiling all is airless a photograph of night funeral Nothing moves the world locked in the
From above, a drop, brief as a comma, spaced from the next by a breath of time not cold, not wet, a touch on the wrist and a sound –