Solar Impact

Morning light creeps between the slats of blinds
It tumbles over the window sill
It puddles on the floor

Morning light seeks the dusty corners
Illuminating unswept recesses
Pointing its shameful finger

Morning light shimmers off surfaces
Blooms like algae
Occupies all the space

Morning light pries at my eyelids
Insistently buffets my face
Screams at me – Get Up!

Morning light, go feed the plants
Go warm the earth
Let me sleep