The morning light seeps in through now, with the time change,
and I get confused when I wake up.
I count them, twelve steps to the bathroom, fourteen more to the tea kettle.
I lose track on the way to the balcony. Good morning sun.
Seen so many places, vast empty spaces, that I adapt to the crickets in [...]
Archive for November 9th, 2009
Past your house.
Posted in poetry, tagged chill, cold, days, ellen, guitar, loss, melody, morning, steps, summer, tea, wake up on November 9, 2009 | 3 Comments »
