Bleary eyed in an early hour
Dreams having winked and lurched
their way in low waves across dawn
and through the edges of memory
Drinking coffee in a greygreen hour
with thunder still a southern muttering
whispers of a springdeep storm to come
in deep counterpoints to the barge traffic
Trying to bring myself to myself
gluing my mind together with coffee
as the radio softly lets in the world
I look out the half blinded window
where a smoke limbed cat stretches
and accepts the world as tribute
Dreams having winked and lurched
their way in low waves across dawn
and through the edges of memory
Drinking coffee in a greygreen hour
with thunder still a southern muttering
whispers of a springdeep storm to come
in deep counterpoints to the barge traffic
Trying to bring myself to myself
gluing my mind together with coffee
as the radio softly lets in the world
I look out the half blinded window
where a smoke limbed cat stretches
and accepts the world as tribute