cocoon of dreamless sleep sundered,
eyes barely open and the assault begins:
messages, emails, news, deadlines
heart clenched tighter than a fist,
I look up and then remember
holding half-eaten toast, I walk
to the doorway where the
morning cool greets my legs
a breath
this view — the same sliver of
Pacific, different each day
another breath
I give thanks for my daily bread
The Marginal Obscura 