Mornings Are Bittersweet

Birdsong filters through the screen
The breeze lifts your hair
and teases it across the pillow.
It's warm under the quilt
my fingertips
say good morning to the soft fur on your belly

And then it's
Up
Shower
Dress
Kiss
Drive

Walk in to work

Jack hammers filter through the window
The air conditioner hisses behind me
nothing stirs.
It's cool in the office
my fingertips
say good morning to the harsh click of the keyboard.

Kathleen
07/31/2008