Creaky morning bones
Watery head spaces
Slowly timed to the grinding air conditioner
Gauging the slots between the blinds
Marching horizontal, remembering air
Deliberations, whistled surprise red tea kettle
Shakily pouring boiling water over the grounds
The smell not even reaching my nostrils
Or reaching without communicating
An unreturned phone call
Silent shiver monumental
With a groan
Bounded disequilibrium
All washes away
When I look up into the sky
Blinking away the drops
From just wetted eyes
Plodding
Pressing dis-easily
Soaking in conversation
Blinking
Glasses marred by the clearest droplets
Socks
Damp jeans
A waking
Drizzled to life
A cloud brewed coffee
Served neatly
About face
Roman Ryan 