Sun is shinin' in the sky, There ain't a cloud in sight
Mr.Blue Sky- ELO
4 am, half awake, but I can close my eyes
pretend to be blind
I can trace the threads of the blanket
telling myself it is a tapestry:
composed of braille
5 am, walking around the house
still dark, the only light from the street-
passing cars with half hearted searchlights
6 am, sitting in a chair in the kitchen
I want solitude, but
I hear the coffee pot spit and shudder;
occasionally the phone rings
it rings for a while before it stops