The aurora awakens me,
from the abyss of sleep.
The water runs to stir the
last cell asleep in me.
The chill wind caresses me,
as it consoles my vexation
from classes and assignments.

The sink and dishes know,
my mind as I scour away.
The walls accept me,
one among them as they
follow me around the house.
The sketchbook and words fill up,
as the days go by.

The world becomes restricted to
a small window of technology,
yet life goes on.
The day ends with a shower,
from nature, drifting me,
to the abyss of sleep with
the lullaby of petrichor.