AM. The sunlight is almost unbearable
as thick as lucid water pouring through the blinds.
Sunlight wants to burst through my closed eye lids-
tight jar lids, snugly screwed, but the cold warmth
makes its way over my body down to my toes.
Wiggle and stretch.
This tongue takes on breakfast
like a wheat field passing through fingers
and it speaks so softly to my brain
as my belly gently expands
just enough to say, "I'm done and satisfied."
Every joint a lubricated machine part
the way the axle rotates in its housing
without a hitch or glitch, just smoothness,
smoother than ice, near frictionless delight
as muscles stretch and contract
to do the tiniest maneuver,
calculus to lift a glass of water
to my lips and the coolness coating my insides.
And the firmament, a massive cathedral dome-
not that I can see forever, but it invites me to attempt
to see forever and tell me I can't. PM. Only glints
of starlight, a thickening of starlight, a slender sliver of moonlight
and this dark, still air.
The pleasure of an enclosed room. A bed. Blankets.
And sinking into sleep.
