Bleary eyed I rise from bed to pretend
I am a coffee and cream morning girl.
The rush of caffeine bullies insomnia
to the back of my mind and sparks
my restless bones to move in the rhythm
of daylight and wheel hum of traffic.
Standing at my back door I watch tree limbs
dip and sway beneath the weight of
feather wing brushes channeling
Van Gogh as they fly from branch to branch.
Absorbing energy from a new day I sort
through my wishes and dreads to find
the bridge that leads to one step at a time.
A night owl with sun spotted purpose
I yawn and stretch into a list of chores
daylight demands while my midnight muse
whispers, “I’m hungry for ink.”
©Susie Clevenger 2020