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