apad 29

[bardiphouka]

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

Comments

[niallm.livejournal.com]

The last two lines are very good Bardi.