Today

When the sun begins
Turning the sky

Mountains way over there
Black as the night

Deep in my mug of
Waking coffee

I'll blink back the night
Seep down

Into my mug
Sink right down

I'll wait for the gray sound of doves
Singing the sun alive

I'll wait for the sun to crawl
Over my windowsill

Pour liquid new light
Over my unmade bed

(c) 2008