6 a.m. Snooze

(Sometimes I forget to be who I am...a poet.)




I awoke in the darkness
knowing it was morning,
but not wanting to move
from the warmth of my comfort,
not wanting to face the dawn
not wanting to touch feet to floor
or skin to robe
or arm to sleeve
or foot to stocking.

I awoke in the darkness
and ignored the coming dawn
and slept again,
until it was light...