Monday, July 6, 2009

My Slow Morning


This morning was different,

the air sweet with fatigue, the water

defied laws of physics and stayed cool

under synthetic blue heat.

The molecules stole a few

quiet moments unto themselves.

The leaves still glowed

with last night's rain,

and what they made of it.

I crawled out of that hole

between dreams and awakening.

and broke into myself like a thief,

but left with nothing.


©Reportergirl 7.07.09

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Genius. Genius.
I LOVE the last line.

Reportergirl said...

Thank you. High praise indeed...

Unknown said...

Really lovely.