1/9/2009
The Sun
When I woke this morning,
the hobbley-do’s jamed and the
wobblies screeched shut the trap
cage
and the birds fluttered like bass out of water.
The blinds tinted the world blue,
and my nose protested at cathode-
rays, persistent in shining through rock
and plaster, and skin, until the
security of curiosity took hold and
the open invitation of air circulation
became too much. Oh, and the sun.
I forgot to mention the sun.
