Morning and I don’t get along
She makes my muscles weak and my eyelids heavy
I could live without her.
But I’ll tolerate her for scrambled eggs and bacon
For the wails of mourning doves
For the blue shadow of pre-dawn
I’ll let her hold my hand for pink sunrises over gravestones
For hot coffee on an empty bus
For quiet hallways and echoing locker doors
I’ll even let her kiss me if it means I’ll see dew forming
See the sun reflecting orange off glass buildings
See the silhouettes of birds on a gradient sky.
Morning and I fight all the time
But I can’t escape her
There’s no procedure for divorcing a time of day.
Some days she greets me cruelly
With rain on the windshield
And clouds blocking out the sun
But I’d never leave her
Even if I could
Because I love the feeling of being awake
Love the softness of the sky
Love to see the last lingering stars fade out.
I let morning drain me because the tint of sunrise is recharging
Because the smell of cool air is rewarding
Because she’s too beautiful to hate.