This is one of those Sunday morning feelings;
Stoned immaculate,
Awake
in wonderful
and subtle warmth
This easy breathing’s
give and take
Each sound sounds so familiar now
I realize this with
no surprise
It seems we’re always waking up
to cool crisp air,
clear shining skies
A purple glitter-surfaced sea
slick shimmers in this
holding heat
Your ululations lulling me
to stay awake
to watch your sleep.
