THE AM

twisting in the bed,
in search of that one perfection of orientation,
physically restraining to start a day with a phone screen,
she gets up in dimly lit room of 5:13 am,
to pay heed to her musings.

out;

cute how the world is already in the works: she discerns
for the
clouds of the dark had begun to give way to the mighty star,
as the watchman turned the night lights off,
and the harmonious chatter of our friends of the sky, at peak


cute how humans devise the world works with/for them: she discerns
but also, which world? as she lets go.