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 

Oh to not 
than to have 
I sometimes think 
would’ve been better 
for this now 
knowing that once 
it was so
close makes this 
far farther away 

I don’t have 
much but what 
I do have 
I’m happy to 
share and isn’t 
that what the 
good Lord said 
and those in
power who have 
so very much 
choose to strangle 
rather than support 
power isn’t strong 
power is selfish 
kindness is selfless