The Cry of a Rooster
the cry of a rooster
carries the first sun-rays
over the hill into the day
streaming the rumble mumble
of the early morning rush
and the sound of school-bells
in children's voices
the neighbor's dog still barks
the kettle whistles, the birds sing
the cat winds itself around its tail
the kitchen calls for breakfast
a key to close the door
a key to open the gate
a key to start the car
in a controlled traffic jam
with drumming fingers
watching nothing in particular
humming a song I don't really know
sipping coffee I brought from home
drive and stop and drive and slow
a liberating flush and loud honks
while my cell comes to life again
with the cry of a rooster
.
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