Tempting it is
As the Sun rises,
To turn the pillow over your face
And turn away from the light.
To sleep yet a bit more.
On my part, I cannot wait,
I cannot doze, but wake as the sun does,
Cannot stay abed too long, oh,
My limbs would never allow it --
And yet
How tempting it is,
After rising, after turning down the covers,
To see the light resting upon them,
And, fully brushed, breakfasted, bathed --
To lie upon the bed,
Atop the covers,
In the sunlight,As a cat does --
And yet --
For a cat it may be no more than a warm patch,
No more than the best place to rest,
Among the many places they will rest today --
For me it is a respite,
A dream of reassurance,
And as I close my eyes,
The bonny blue morning
Says to me, rest here a while
And be at peace today.
Ah, but there is paper to push today,
Clients to console, bosses to bow before --
And if I were to rest here
Until the light had moved on,
Until the sun had risen higher,
I would come to the office to find paper piled high,
Clients cross, bosses blowing their stacks. Ah well --
I only wish
That the busy rush of the day could begin later,
After the sun was higher,
So that everyone could rest In the morning sun,
As I do,
And everyone could,
for a little while,
Just for a little while --
Be at peace.