the 3am
sanskrit chant
has nothing
on the bird chorus
that begins
two hours
into my day
(the sun is silent)
cat fed
preened
and napping now
sounds of:
coffee
laundry
machines that ding and buzz and chime / winding, winding, winding / morning shift / sounds the start / the race!
I love this one, Jen… Somehow I really connect with “winding,” although I have no idea why. And that’s the best thing, isn’t it – connecting when not “knowing”?
Thanks, my dear. How ARE you? Writing? Drawing? Playing?