When the pale grey clouds
Of the morning creep into the room
Where you used to wake
Some new eyes open
And new feet tangle
And someone else will sleepily break
The promises you too once made.
And on the street below someone’s working
In the deli as always before
Greeting the usual early customers
With a smile they have come to expect.
The smile tells them that he is happy
And makes them happy too for a moment.
On the opposite side of this living street
A few hours, now, after dawn
A hand fumbles for an alarm clock
A body rolls over and sleeps quietly on.
Of the morning creep into the room
Where you used to wake
Some new eyes open
And new feet tangle
And someone else will sleepily break
The promises you too once made.
And on the street below someone’s working
In the deli as always before
Greeting the usual early customers
With a smile they have come to expect.
The smile tells them that he is happy
And makes them happy too for a moment.
On the opposite side of this living street
A few hours, now, after dawn
A hand fumbles for an alarm clock
A body rolls over and sleeps quietly on.
