a bird calls morning
already awake
i burn the papered edge
of nicotine and habit
the new day yawns into existence
through drooping clouds
and condensation
rub my eyes
stare from the porch
into the mist
almighty rain
cooling and calming
hides the sun
as his drowsy gaze
echoes back into my soul
perusing my dreams
thoughts
inhibitions

zoom out
see the trout
fighting the river
see the bird whose call
woke the morning
see the wife
resilient in her
bruise beaten love
back to my
silken sorrowed soul
the sun still continues
in its rise
above and apathetic
over the clouds
trees people buildings
looking down on
everything
he looks back at me
and we both
laugh