No one rises early
not even the birds
worms are safe in Spain,

I’m safe in the kitchen at
this time of the day.

The sky is slovenly grey
slouching above or below
the clouds
depending on which way
you view things and the cat
hangs outside the door patiently
waiting to see what
She might
provide it for breakfast
knowing that to wait for me
would be an exercise in futility.

...and here’s a thing,
I
can’t remember what day it is
and immediately forget why I
want to remember anyway.

Lines crease the face at a leisurely pace here,
something in the water perhaps or maybe
something in the beer?
another question seeking an answer
but it can wait alongside the cat

I
am used to that