Elucidating Questions

The shadows of the morning are different their voices whisper softly not sharp

I saw a car it kept echoing and I don’t usually go there

But I turned and there it was

A rabbit.

Cats for one rabbits for the other. Birds for both.

Or someone else.

As the sounds of morning wake around me I think about how much and little I want sleep.

One it hastens the day but now the day’s already here

Two it means another night of dreams that never quite appear.

Never quite gain shape.

Like the shadows of the morning

Who whisper as the birds laugh and sing to the rising sun

Somewhere in between the argument about thirty six hour days and the size of the sun.

But I suppose he knows the look of

The lack of sleep

And realises I’m irritable,

Someone who can read me and what it means because every day since the beginning except for rain, snow, or grey,

His eye has been watching.

Maybe that’s why he always knows which side he’s speaking to,

Or maybe that’s why it doesn’t matter.