Deborah Ager

MORNING
.
You know how it is waking
from a dream certain you can fly
and that some one, long gone, returned
.
and you are filled with longing
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing
.
or to see the loved one and feel
everything. Perhaps one morning
taking brush to hair you'll wonder
.
how much of your life you've spent
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness
.
to ready for work. Day begins
with other people's needs first
and your thoughts disperse like breath
.
in the in-between hour, the solitary hour,
before day begins all the world
gradually reappears car by car.