sunlight

smooth, smooth, beeping.. alarm’s sight,

i snooze it at the left, and decide to, really?

the comforter wields away, morning early;

right glass window, face on, hits the sunlight.

dripping sweat, aching spasms, wiping brows;

deep breaths, i walk exhaling, to the patios;

as the towel rests on the neck, a hand glass;

blinding array, full on, hits me the sunlight.

shower, so n so, swiveling the keys, whistling

locking door, of the day ahead, not thinking;

i hustle down the stairs, fresh n lazy, to exit;

first touch of grass, the sky hits me the sunlight..

on ‘ends, when the cooker steams out, done!

to the drawer takes leave, worded chef gown;

i set the kitchen straight, heading away from it

turning, from the window, hits me the sunlight.

the quiet office sills, show the abundant light;

floating outside all the time, till there’s no light;

long or short the day, early or delayed the night;

when i walk out, i blink and look up! it’s the sunlight!