Morning Commute
A poem
Jan 14, 2021
The sun,
a warm shadow,
gently brushing her awake.
One stroke,
two.
She stretches,
she groans,
she wakes up.
Blinks once,
then twice,
and finally moves.
Awaken, my love, she whispers.
At dawn, the earliest of them quietly slip through the cracks of the bustle.
Bumps on the road,
heads on the windows,
their eyes catch the minutes for their sleep.
Soon after,
the others begin their journey.
Some ride,
some run,
some just walk.
An unquenched thirst for the day to begin,
a new beginning for the day’s sunrise.
Some late,
some early,
some just hit the mark.
Awaken, my love.
