mornings like this

the cold and rain
allows you slip back under the sheets
and sleep
some more.
how nice it is
to be nowhere, to go nowhere,
to not have a clock
to punch,
an appointment to keep.
the world has
slowed down
to a near stop.
only the sound and smell
of coffee brewing
is in the house.
you need mornings like this,
to handle
the rest.