We've always been the ones to say
"No, you love me more!"
But it's really you
You love me more
though you didn't know how before

When I awake
Early on a winter’s morning
I creep about my house
Straining to soften the creak of the floorboards
Determined not to wake the others

My dazed heads snuffles
As I potter from toilet to bathroom
Bathroom to kitchen

And then
I am taken by surprise
As I catch a glimpse
Of pink, purple, orange, blue and grey,
The golden outline of the new sun's edge
Through my window

And I stand there
Still
In my dressing gown and slippers
A silent witness
Heart swelling with joy
At this precious moment
When I am alone
With this unique sunrise

I, alone
Claim this beauty
As my own

This is my time
My precious alone time
When I am most me

Wondering like 'the mole'
At the impossible beauty of it all

My poetry and I fight
with guns and knives
looking for something that just feels right
standing somewhere close
are the things we cannot see
for the light and bright we fight for
blinds us to friends and makes of us
enemies again
so we fight in fright
of a word made from violence  
inside this head.