Sunday Morning
Sleep came like a freight train
Closed my eyes and ...
Woosh – it was eight hours later
Dark dreams of infidelity and cake
Melt into wisps
As sunshine hits the retinas
Guilt paralyzed for a moment
Then consciousness dawned
Sigh of relief
Parallel lines of light
Stream through the blinds
Demanding attention
This morning, usually quiet
Has a cacophony of traffic
Serenity destroyed
Airplane's roar
Drowns out birdsong’s chatter
Might as well get up.