early one a.m. come wide awake keyboard calls in the deeper quiet no water-heater rumble or muffled steps backdoor neighbor’s dog asleep the spill of night opens space and cups me
"...The spill of night opens space and cups me' Lovely images! So wide and expansive but also neighborly and near. I couldn't help but wonder if mocha had any say in the final stanza??
Love your method, love your workspace.
thank you! Me, too. I am so grateful for my workspace. Quiet, ergonomic.
"...The spill of night opens space and cups me' Lovely images! So wide and expansive but also neighborly and near. I couldn't help but wonder if mocha had any say in the final stanza??
I renamed this poem "one a.m."--the mocha comes six hours later!
I'm in this strange bi-modal pattern, sleep a few hours, bright awake for 1-1.5 hours, so I write, back to sleep for another four or five.
Then, my mocha....