June 7, 2005

  • Daily Grind

    rev. 2
    Birds incessant chatter starts; 3:30 AM.

    Classical alarm music; 5:23,
    Mozart's triumphant return; 5:30.

    A small stained glass lamp,
    thumbed light switch.
    Boxers, socks - two pair.

    I shut the door leaving
    a sleeping Carol, a foot,
    it's toes peer at my back.

    The mornings business flushed downstream.

    A peek out the window at the changing weather.

    I Turn on the TV; NECN till 6, Channel 5 till 7.

    A stone cold tea pot,
    tepid soaking suds,
    the kettle on high.

    Shorts, sneakers, and tee-shirt
    corporate uniform; black shoes, pants, belt,
    collared shirt and tie.

    I pour the boil over dark English leaves,
    the pan - heavy - the egg whites
    cloud and sizzle.

    The world awaits in a gray folded sheet,
    which I read, eat, read, eat.

    slivers of plastic in my eyes,
    stubbled cheek razor teeth
    brushed, flossed and gargled.

    A peck at her cheek startles
    her smile and the sun rises
    she to me - making the 6:58
    the hardest part of the day.


Comments (4)

  • Led cheerfully to that wonderful conclusion.

  • OH...this was awesome.  Such a wonderful glimpse of most days for most people...switch out tea for coffee...and weather channel for CNN...and yes...the ultimate...the sunrise in the eyes or half opened eyes of the ones we love...makes us remember why we do this stuff...and then the goodbye...that leaves us smiling waiting to get back home.  Boy do I remember those days.

    Great read ...really...it made me smile.

    warmest thoughts,
    SA

  • Nice xanga.

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  • Makes me want to wake up earlier...

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