City Morning

Eyes closed, legs asleep

Mind half awake, half submerged

Thoughts move beneath lids.

As fish that wrinkle

Pond water, his waking thoughts

Nudge egg-shell eyelids

His eye eggs curtain-

Hatch in shock at bedside bleats

From the time robot.

Drone-like, slippers find

Feet find steps to breakfast.

Life shudders in bones.

Porridge in the pan,

The bubbles pop like fame scene

Camera bulb flashes.

A bird on the lawn

Twists its head to hear a worm

Creaking underfoot.

A car door slams shut

Initiating the day

To the lung of sound.

Stalactites and mites

Face a wake up brush semi

Automatically

Warm rain cubicle

Churns out soap scented fog while

Sky fire shuns street mist.

Work shoes trot equine

Clip clop on paving half-

Drowned in engine growl.

Some attempt to bus

Back to a dream, eyes drooping,

It’s a different dream:

A waking one, real,

Tiring, slow; somnolent though,

And still half unreal.

Minute and hour hand

Agree its hour nine, our time

To arrive and sit.