6 a.m.

The groggy sun is just beginning to rise.
Birds chirping in the trees
are hungry.
The black horizon begins
to metamorphose
shade by shade
into a gradual blue.
If there were a rooster near
it would begin to crow
but there is not.
Yawn stretched mouths,
hand rubbed eyes
pinned by green crusted corners
are getting used to being open again.
Hot coffee is starting to pour
into the pot
as she remembers
the cream has expired.
She adds it to her list
for the grocery store
after she gets off work.
5 p.m.may as well be a life time away