MorningMore

Outside of my window 
the morning begins with 
a growl gears and 
motors and even monsters
moving to and fro
all on some mission 
surely to conquer something 
besides the serenity of 
this dawn which they 
already have and of
which they will soon 
depart already aimed at 
someone else’s peacefulness and 
I will be left
like those emerging from 
the root cellar or
bomb shelter wide eyed 
knowing what used to 
be is no more 
and no longer more