Morning

MORNING WAKING


In the morning I wake
In the gauzy light of my bedroom
I lay still, feigning sleep
While the cat is curled at my feet
I hear the dog snoring on his bed
I try to remember what I was dreaming
That made me so sad
I open one eye
The one away from the cat’s view
And silently turn my head
The hands on the clock
Are barely visible
Just two dark arrows
On the moon face
The dresser stands mute
It’s shape yet undetermined
But the cat knows I am awake
He climbs the quilt mountain
And sticks his wet nose to mine