i crack open my eyes
against the brightness of the dawn
as light streams like a river
like a blinking mole
i emerge from my den
grasping the rungs
i descend downward
my movements careful and measured
out the door and down the dark hall
leading me to the spiral of iron
lower i descend into the silent morning
talking mouths brightly greet me
my sleepy nod a wordless polite reply
cascades of superheated water rain down
the scent of soapy cleanness
mint tea with a dash of sugar
energizing my soul and bringing me to life
As I read more and more of your wirtings, I’m amazed at the gift you possess. There is more to you than meets the eye, Joshua Petrillo!
haha. your so cute petrillo.
Josh, You are too jazzed about mornings…. tommorrow I spike your tea!!!