Waiting for the Day

under a living room lamp
my coffee sits
in a weakened chamber;
my back rests
against the couch with a
rather comfortable posture
of crossed legs
as my eyes fix upon
the window and the dawn;
she awakes the
senses of another day
and helps me recall
that nightfall has
finally disappeared...
until, it creeps back again
into the lustful
sordid lives we keep;
mixed metaphors of
business and pleasure
await recall
as the shadows begins
to fade and
light emboldens us all;
a tide of pride glides into
my thoughts that I
have once again survived
and am able to watch
with amused curiosity that
our cats are as bored as I.

19Sept16