Daylight was present
Though the curtains were still drawn, in the sky
Enveloping the room from the light of the sun
the clouds hung
muffling the protests from the bed where the world lay
Monday morning
Awoken life only in the appendages
So disembodied parts: toes, wheels
crawled along responsibly to keep the motion going
Bearing the eyes that did not register and the cars that did not feel
My fingers all 5 of them
Huddled around the small fire
When an off-course plane a disaster dove in, became a burning head Aflight
And my lips wrinkled gratefully, like aching knees bending to plead, embrace the thin, thin paper
Breathing in that air... Res.pir.ing.
Eyes, smouldering
My tongue she runs
Feeling around the smooth enamel of my top teeth
Arriving to rest on the cusp of my lip
Savouring then the taste of the stains from the coffee I spilled at 6am.
