The Sun rose like a
car crash,
bursting through the
bedroom window,
all fire and fury,
demanding attention.
We rolled over,
my lover and me,
just ignoring it all,
even the urge to pee,
let insurance deal with
this bold intrusion of morning.
The blankets kicked off,
as it was too hot overnight,
our desire to be close,
overcome by a desire to be
cool, super cool,
which we are, in bed.
A horn blaring as morning
sharpened its focus in the bedroom,
Alarms ringing, bells chiming,
birds screaming their desperate
mating calls into the urban void,
as sirens answered.
My eyes opened to the shadows
licking the ceiling in a do-si-do
square dance between sunlight
and the waning dawn.
My lover, also awake, nestled her
head back into the crook of my bent arm.
The night before,
taken away in an ambulance,
not battered and broken in bottles and booze,
but exhausted from footwork and dancing,
singing and talking, all while smiling,
in sweet satisfaction.
Another alarm, no more snooze,
my eyes truly opened to a normal
morning, mouth dry,
another regular, day.
Another,
Regular. Day.