Wait

Laying here before 
long past after 
just looking outside 
I wonder how 
long I’ll wait 
before I drag
these weary bones 
to the kitchen 
here is comfort 
there is cold 
and the quiet 
of rainy mountain 
mornings makes yawning 
and coffee hard
where’s that finger 
from old cartoons 
tickling my nose 
carrying me above 
the icy floors 
like I’m on
a magic carpet