No jump-starting the day,
no bare feet slapping the floor
to bath and breakfast.
to bath and breakfast.
Dozing instead
in the nest
like, I suppose,
a pair of gophers
in the nest
like, I suppose,
a pair of gophers
underground
in fuzz and wood shavings.
One jostles the other
in closed-eye luxury.
in fuzz and wood shavings.
One jostles the other
in closed-eye luxury.
We are at last
perhaps
what we are:
perhaps
what we are:
uncombed,
unclothed,
mortal.
unclothed,
mortal.
Pulse
and breath
and dream.
and breath
and dream.
"Weekends, Sleeping In" by Marjorie Saiser from Beside You at the Stoplight. © The Backwaters Press, 2010.
Update to this posting~it was all blaring alarms and beeping panels this morning. I am so wide awake that I'm levitating. So, while I am going to miss the concept of having a home for the next few weeks, I am grateful that I won't be dealing with this all summer.
I *really* think they need to do something about those alarms. It reminds me of PUC.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember alarms at PUC. The only place I've experienced this (and it was rare) was when I lived above Safeway in Seattle & their bakery would set off false alarms. We never evacuated~we would have fried in a real fire.
DeleteYour shiny new dorm was much newer than mine... ergo, they figured out the alarm issue. Rio had alarm issues, too -- those war era buildings were notorious!
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