5am quiet –
clock ticks,
a motor
somewhere
whirs lightly,
the dog
stirs; airplane
overhead
faint rumble
as thoughts
tumble
under chairs
into dark
corners
scurrying
through my
head
in this
5am quiet
the chorus
inside
insists I
listen
spurred
by coffee
and freshened
limbs;
I try
to sort
out the melody
but today
the viola
dominates
and
everyone
is
awake
before the
symphony
finishes,
turning my
5am quiet
into
day
(published by Apeiron Review)
