Awakening to the sheet,
soft and familiar,
across her shoulder,
to last night’s tea,
cool in a cup on the table,
across her shoulder,
to last night’s tea,
cool in a cup on the table,
her glasses, the clock,
the phone by the bedside,
the phone by the bedside,
all seem to stir, awakening
with her.
She feels like
she’s stepping outside
after too long indoors,
or coming indoors after
too long outside.
A pulse flutters
under her skin
as she wonders
if she exists at all
except for the tea,
the sheet and her waking,
She feels like
she’s stepping outside
after too long indoors,
or coming indoors after
too long outside.
A pulse flutters
under her skin
as she wonders
if she exists at all
except for the tea,
the sheet and her waking,
unable to pull them apart
from this morning in which
they’ve been joined.