The birds had woken me up
Singing their songs of a new day.
I slammed the snooze button
Pushing the daylight away.
The honey wheat toast—
So crunchy and sweet—
Was washed down with black coffee,
Scolding and staining my teeth.
A butterfly butterflew past me,
And I butterfound my attention
Bound to something
Far less attractive.
A family played soccer in a nearby field.
I scoffed when they left without me.
The music in my ear sang louder than the driver.
A shame. A shame.
I saw a man of no more than four feet,
Caught my eyes with his, and shifted gaze
To less important sights
The singing in church interrupted
By a tone-deaf child.
A man swatted me with a dried palm.
We talked and I walked
An emergency vehicle’s
Sirens wailed in the distance—
No concern of mine.
She hugged me and
I was the first to let go.