Sometimes I wake up and hear the birds singing.
I wonder if others know how early they begin.
After checking the clock, I try to go back to sleep.
I know my two alarms will go off soon and the dog
will start his whining, the sounds mean “time to eat”.
The cat will begin poking at me and walking on me.
A strange little creature that seems to understand
how to apply pressure in order to get me out of bed.
But before my feet hit the floor, I pause each day and
say -“What day is it today?” and “Where am I going?”
I stop by the window at the top of the stairs.
I part the blinds to see if it’s raining or if it is windy.
A strange routine for me and the two pets, I think as I go
to the bathroom, as I open the back door, as I make coffee.
I reach for the purple containers; I pour pet food into bowls.
My son is still in bed for a little while longer and when I
check on him, he looks the way he did when he was a baby.
It seems the days pass by quickly and I end up at this point
each morning, leaning against the wall, waiting for the coffee
to finish, for the last drop, thinking how I'm doing alright now.