Light rises around the sheltering house
Weaves reality from dreams
Draws breath from bruised lips
Nudges us into the familiar
Another day!
Anything is possible, if not probable
Water boils, coffee
Brews, bread
Browns, butter
Goes bad, milk
Sours, paper’s late again
Our resolve to continue
Mimics the worm’s drive to
Wriggle through wet earth until a beak
Snatches it away
No beak for us
We’ve already been taken
Already surrendered
Photo by Marco Antonio Casique Reyes on Unsplash
