Morning
You know how it is waking and you are filled with longing, or to see the loved one and feel how much of your life you’ve spent to ready for work. Day begins In the in-between hour, the solitary hour, - Deborah Ager
from a dream certain you can fly
and that someone, long gone, returned
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing
everything. Perhaps one morning,
taking brush to hair you’ll wonder
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness
with other people’s needs first
and your thoughts disperse like breath.
before day begins all the world
gradually reappears car by car.
