Morning dives in, life is opening
next door a tap has been turned
some curtains drawn a speck
of dust stumbles to get warm
a hot shower splatters clatter
of spoons coffee whistling to
late risers crack papers open
thumbs imbued in forests
heighten a need to start moving
wars, pain, pity and blood
a bag is being pulled downstairs
fumes appear on the windows
a door is opened the house breathes
out grey figures disguised in souls.
This is how the story begins.