morning call

© 2008 erithbabalon

Alarm calls and eyes open

Snap response with dreams forgotten

Leapt from bed and off she sped

Clambering shower – clean teeth – comb hair

Half open eyes, half awake, don’t care

On automatic, she pours the coffee

Instant kick of caffeine fix me… up

And off towards the door, running

Skirt on, shirt open, fumbled fingers latching

Buttons closed, coat swirled, scarf curled

And quickly steps and clicks and pulls the door

Ice cold air hits hard, sharp breath for more

And wakening, enters the white, bright day

Merging into the chaotic people fray…

January 12, 2008. General Poetry. 1 Comment.