Sunday Morning

Posted on Jun 4, 2014 | Comments Off on Sunday Morning

On my front step
the dazzle of early morning sun
on my eyelids

not awake enough
to think –
mind full of dreams
images cling to the edge of memory
snatch at recognition

the valley wakes
dogs bark
lawn mowers
echo hammer blows
(indistinct) voices
cars drive past
on the road below

turn and look
see the watered silk of the harbour
pincushioned by feeding gulls.
not awake enough
to move

Sleep-heavy limbs curl
around waning dreams

The day can wait
A little longer.


Miriam Richardson