On the most perfect Saturday,
you won’t see me stir for the alarm clock.
The trashcans clanging in the alley
will receive no recognition.
The car alarms outside my window
will be nothing but ignored.
The pounding on the door,
ignored.
The phone ringing in the hall,
ignored.
The shouts of neighbors,
the blaring engine sirens,
the shriek of the fire alarm…
But when your precious, warm body
shifts in your sleep,
my movie camera mind calls action.
Amidst smoke and panic,
I will do nothing
but cherish your sweet slumber.