Morning
Warm
sheets,
filtered
sun; weightless between
worlds: away, nothing / can reach me
paw
in
the face
stretch
and
shift, a
new / day, new
light, languid like youth
Me-
ow
wants food
E-
ver-
ything
slow, so / slow
drinking abrosia
peace and rest and the world / anew
claws
on
my cheek
And
I
roll out
of bed with
a sigh, grumbling and
stumbling / my way down / to breakfast.
