My Haven My Nirvana
sun shadow finger marks streak down my kitchen
they appear in even strokes, reminding me of piano keys
excited sun-thriving plants lean toward my blinds
hoping to soak in as much Vitamin D as they ever could
I leave the lights off, they are invasive before nine o’clock
no one else is up, the perfect time to prepare my wake up brew
humming comes out of me as I begin to smell my favorite blend
I add cocoa mix and sweetener to my oversized cup of joe
the first car of the day starts up next door. Mr. McClinty.
He arrives at work a couple of hours early, afraid to be late.
At seventy-six, he probably fears he will be replaced.
I sit down at the table and work the crossword as I sip my coffee.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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