Waking without an alarm
and waking without alarm
is like a simple gift.
When each morning
is a drive to work
from a drive to
survive, questions
run simplicity
out the door.
My thoughts are
of great things with
gigantic magnitudes
too many times to
name. Today was
different. This morning
came without fanfare.
Eyes flickered open
of their own accord
and in their own, sweet
time. Though the daylight
of these days is
lengthening, winter
still holds sway so the
lack of light enfolds
my bed. Unhurried,
I allow the darkness
to become my friend
so that I can once again
flow to the keyboard.
There, with headphones
on (to avoid disturbing
my sleepmate),
I make morning music.
Sounds emit: some of them
made by my fingers’
meandering and some
of them only in the
ethereal orbits
beyond earthly tethers.
~ spontaneously created (improvised, unedited) by Stan Stewart (Sawyer)
~ poem and photographs: copyright © 2018 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
