Portrait of a morning 🖼
A hum of a box fan
from the bedroom,
an acid ache of coffee
in the bowl of my belly.
One curtain flung open
to embrace the day,
two small rabbits,
decadent and sleepy,
watch idly. There is a flicker
of a podcast, the strum
of a phone alarm.
A pause, a sigh, a
s t r e t c h. My reflection,
attenuated, plays
thoughtlessly with its hair.
Eyes searching for a lesson
in a space that’s tired of teaching.
I wrote this in the summer of 2019 and when I came back across it, I was shocked at how very 2020/2021 it felt. Day after day, we’re still trying to distill inspiration from an immediate world that hardly changes, and a greater world that’s changing faster than we can comprehend.