Sometimes a taste 
of heaven is
all you get
but those few
drops are enough 
to find their 
way to the 
seedlings of happiness 
making the forest 
of ever after 
alive and well 
never discount rain 
for it comes 

Lamps and 
yellow light 
bathe darkness 
as heat
kicks on
and I 
on autopilot 
land safely 
like a 
lumbering giant 
with an
oof in
front of 
kitchen sink 
to start 
making coffee 
and day

These late mornings 
when the sun
like some hesitant
child is coaxed
to get up
finally sleepily stumbles 
down the corridor 
of tall buildings 
and eventually lands
upon the table 
known as mountains 
where it finds 
a breakfast of 
clouds and sky

It’s so funny 
this living alone 
patters and pace
heard only below 
for no other
feet or paws
skitter about vying 
for my attention 
I hear sounds
of things soldiers 
and servants such 
are the machines 
that willingly serve
and protect me
other than that
it’s just me 

Another morning silent 
broken by machines 
past the kitchen 
the dryer spins 
tapping out code
of toppling buttons 
clackity clack click
cleaning and tumbling 
oh it’s done 
time to fold
holding close warmth 
like the hugs
that I remember 
from long ago