Poetry Sunday

I tend to be an early riser ... most days I'm up and wide awake no later than 6:00, and usually by 5:00 or so. That's not to say I don't enjoy sleeping in, just that I seem to be biologically unable to do it most of the time. Today's poem speaks to the joys of burrowing in and enjoying just a bit more sleep than usual ...

Weekends, Sleeping In 

by Marjorie Saiser 

No jump-starting the day,

no bare feet slapping the floor

to bath and breakfast.

Dozing instead

in the nest

like, I suppose,

a pair of gophers

underground

in fuzz and wood shavings.

One jostles the other

in closed-eye luxury.

We are at last

perhaps

what we are:

uncombed,

unclothed,

mortal.

Pulse

and breath

and dream.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Hope you were able to get a few extra winks.

More thoughts coming.

Bilbo