Expressions Of A Thurs Morning

CALM EXPRESSIONS OF A THURSDAY MORNING

I don't feel so hopeless this morning.

My shades hold my room
In a tight embrace
Keeping the coffee-foam clouds
From caffienating my sleep

In my horizontal awareness
Of my gray world
The air is comfortingly crisp
And the lack of depth perception
Smiles at me through groggy eyes
That stare back from the mirror behind the door.

I sit up in bed
Adjusting my vision to the 90-degree change
The hardwood floor picks at my bare feet
With cold fingers.
Sound of a cello
Mustic from another room
Every sound echoes in this house of glass.

My eyes see the lights
Strung up like stars over my bed
In a grayscale harmony
My hear beats lethargically
To the hum of the stereo

My typewriter whispers good morning
In its loving electric hum.
Yellow twilight of sunrise
Leaks through the eastern window shades
Tapping, through the ivy, at the glass
Like a secret lover returning for a last embrace
And I throw up the blinds
Letting long arms press their warm palms
Against the naked floor
The black keys of my typewriter
And part the coffe-foam clouds
For just a moment or two,
Before pulling them closed again
To be enclosed in the calm
Of Thursday morning.