The first hour

Photo by Alexander Possingham on Unsplash

Is it the worlds way of apologising
with the releif of the light
that you made it through the heart pounding,
panic attack, stomach turning dwelling on everything
whirlwind of the night?

It’s quiet, the birds sing,
you make a nice breakfast and eat it
with sleepy eyes and non-negotible excuses to not worry
because you’re still waking up.
Like a child, nothing’s too heavy because
you can’t drive anywhere when you’re tired.

The bliss of nothingness, you observe,
you breathe and get ready

then you open the door.