Drinking out of the bottle.
Cold milk pouring down the corner
Of your mouth,
Like a white morning spring.
You use the tip of your sleeve
To try to contain it;
A tethering touch, a dam
At the tip of your tongue.
And you wait for the kettle to croon,
At cockcrow,
Like a hot morning stream.
Warm water sunrise melody.
Sizzling springs and mesmerizing
Coffee pots.
Crystal cereal crispy waiting
For the sudden sodden flood.
Sitting in front of your PC,
Soaking it all in,
Breathing deeply for the first time today.
It's morning folks,
Go get a glass of OJ!
A.
