Regular Day

 

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.