Morning Breaks

Morning breaks, tugging at me,
Seeking me out, inviting me
Into the light.
Groggy but aware,
I sit up and run my hand through my hair.
The sun is dazzling,
Slicing through the curtains and
Warming a patch of carpet
Next to the bed.
I look at the clock on the nightstand and grin.
I see I’ve beat the alarm again;
Five minutes to spare. Good deal!
No squawking buzzer, instead a
Slow gentle return to awareness,
The last dreamy thoughts receding into
Their hiding place,
Content to wait patiently for me
Until I come back for them again,
Later tonight.
Every day should begin this way.

 

©2016 Steven Barto

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