This Morning Routine

By Michael J. Leach

still

no light

shines here—

no photons

enter half-

open eyes

for hours on end

 

till

low light

creeps

round the sides

of closed curtains

to the familiar sound

of an alarm tune

that continues

 

till

feet move

to the kitchen

and hands hold

a dirty kettle

below 

a running tap

 

still

water 

molecules vibrate

while the aroma

of instant coffee

crystals

 

fills

nostrils

and half-

light filters

through open shutters

into half-

closed eyes

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