My Morning

I wake in darkness lazily and loll around in bed, Just sifting through the rhymes that prance around inside my head. The dawn cracks open like an egg’s prize plop into a bowl; I scramble up to start my day and now I’m on a roll. What joy to delve into whatever book I might be reading. I’m coddled in the covers, all the comfort I am needing. Two chapters down, my sunny side is ready for the day. I head to my computer, see which comments came my way. When that is over, easy – time for juice and getting dressed; Three minutes later – out the door – an early walk is best. My breakfast waits when I return and, too, The New York Times; Hard-boiled reporters nail the news of politics and crimes. With coffee down, I shower and spiff up, for all is well; The morning is behind me, like the remnants of a shell. Ilene Bauer August 8, 2012 For Francine Roberts' "A Couplet Morning" contest