without even a second glance the morning embraces groans of denial, ruffled hair, twisted blankets—
outstretches arms to poke the bees awake and goodbyes the moon
rays announcing the dawn
smiling from the child's feet which hit the floor running
to the hands waving around for the alarm where it rattles,
as thrilled as the dawn,
to announce
you are breathing and the sun shines on your face this morning