Four Revisions of Morning
I shuffled to footsteps tracing the cabin light after dawn.
You were still sleeping. I was still bleary.
I found my legs again. Found a path to the kitchen.
I cleaned the press. I boiled the water. I poured the grounds.
I waited for the glare to catch you beneath the mantle.
You were not ready to leave.
I traced the cabin light after dawn,
Still sleeping, still bleary.
My legs found a path to the press.
I cleaned, I boiled, I poured
you beneath the mantle, waited
for the water to catch.
You were not ready.
I traced the light. Found a path.
Poured myself beneath the water.
Waited to catch you.
I traced you beneath the water.