arriving

it's less about awakening
and more
about arriving
at the doorstep
of a new day.
bags in hand, ticket
not yet torn
in half.
that will come later.
but for now you
are there.
in the small bands
of light
coming from the blinds.
at the station.
pressing your finger
against
the alarm button.
you slowly board
this train of another
day,
finding clothes
and coffee,
taking the keys from
the counter, looking around
and saying
farewell to the house
before you go.