Small Observations
The light arrives through
the sash windows,
filtered by yesterday's washing
still hanging under the veranda.
Morning creeps onwards,
despite your night-time hair, a
greying shadow retreating
back underneath the duvet.
The cats are completing
their change-of-shift handover,
one waking, one settling,
seeking the heat of the sun.
I am getting ready
around your bare consciousness,
listening to the weather forecast,
switching on the hair dryer.
After all this time
you are still not fit for the morning.
and still there are aspects of you
that I find strange and amazing.
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