Sleeping This Morning
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

When I wake up
Every day I
Take a minute to
Slow down

Then I wake up
Every day and
Lie a second on
Soft ground

Again I wake up
Turn a little to
Brush the sleep
Off from me

And I wake up
Yet again
Feeling re freshed
And free

And I woke up
As supposed to
At seven o
And zero zero

But then I lay there
A fallen hero
Until half
And until whole

So I wake up
With the sun!
Shining softly
Across my nun

And I wonder
What it is doing
Up so early
Up so early