When I come down in the morning
I feel the air cool
with each descending step.

The kitchen is grey and still,
an apparition really,
until I shuffle over and stand within it.

If I’m lucky,
my timing will align with the earth’s rotation
and the sun will appear,
framed in the back window and
rising exceptionally fast
over the trees and rooftops in the middle ground.

In these moments I try to think of nothing.
Craving the feeling of simply existing for a moment –

A line of mountains appears, golden above the shadows.
A patch of sand with tire tracks,
and sometimes,
the clumps of mud caked in his hair
where my eyes were inexplicably drawn
as I snapped off the bottom half of his dog tags.

A deep inhale, driven from my subconscious brings me back.
If there is snow in the backyard, fresh animal tracks tell a story of my own reconstruction.
Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse of that black squirrel who lives somewhere up the fire escape.

Eventually, the light completely awakens the day,
and I resign,
turn,
and start on the dishes from last night.

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