Five-o-clock comes early
day light is reluctant
even when eight hours
was enough
cats scratch at a crack
they know the routine
almost better than myself
when the warmth of bed layers
starts a battle with snooze buttons
the toss and turn of the sheets
finally settles into a secure arm
wrapping itself around
the most
inopportune time
5am is early
when his chest is
more comfortable than the pillow
when the deep rhythm of his heart
more soothing, alluring than
the most hypnotic of sounds
the air feels almost arctic
so early that coffee
isn't even worth the effort
5am is early.
5am pays the bills.
