Morning

Morning has broken,
Not the first
And not the last,
As we sleepwalk through routine.

 

Bleary-eyed we stumble,
Somehow weave past each other
As if still in dreams
Not yet destroyed by shrill alarms.

 

Cold tile starts to seep through us
As we prepare for the daylight hours,
Breaking through the fog
Of half-asleep minds.

 

Eventually we emerge,
Hot tea and dry toast
Break a self-imposed fast,
As we finally acknowledge a new day.

 

Blackbird sings,
And morning dawns,
Buses screech, and children laugh,
And today is here.