Dawn

In two minutes, thirty six seconds,
we will leave the bed.
We will take showers,
eat breakfast,
go to work,
create,
and all other things that make a day productive.
But for the remaining two minutes, seven seconds
We lie here like dreamers,
floating in the deep blue ocean of your sheets
and counting the uncountable stars above.
We are lost in your green blanket,
waiting for tomorrow like immovable hidden paintings
in the corner of a dusty attic
and until the time comes to rejoin the world
in one minute, twenty seven seconds
(in one year, twenty seven days)
we lie together, dreaming the dreams of angels.

Here we go

“…exhausted breath catches, clings to the air,
hangs for a moment, suspended where things should fall.”

Matthew Canning