Alive at dawn, nature sounds begin
Morning doves begin to duet at first light
Sang their brightest tune
& then sang the blues
Atop an old power line their rhapsody is shared
Through squinting early eyes
I face the vacant windows
My catatonic yet shaky hands secure an old empty ceramic mug
Sleepwalking thru my favorite routine
I shut the cool cupboard as I pivot quietly in the vacant, sprawling kitchen
Only the warmth of the brewing liquid is felt, steam rising in the cold air
No warmth of her sleeping tongue this new day yet I go through the motions
As the faceless machine coughs & sputters about in its completion
Belches of coffee ends the cacophony
of uninvited noises
I glance back at the blinking wrong time
The voice that narrorates our thoughts responds instinctually yet droll
my brain numbly responds:
"DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME"