the sounds of morning
greet me with unpleasant cheer
the world’s awake after what feels like
years of solitude
the earth is smiling
the birds are singing
but still
i lay heavy like a log
refusing to move
things are happening
cities are bubbling
boiling with life and sound
mixing and whirring
machines go round and round
early morning adventure doesn’t hit me
but the gentle sound
of rain tapping my roof
slithering down until the brown
wet muck meets it
and the warm calming cave
that is my bed
excites me the most
on this rainy
messy
saturday morning