outside the door

the routine
keeps me safe, or so it seems.

to wake up
at the same time.

fix the same cup of coffee,
fetch the paper

off the porch, let the dog out.
two
eggs over
easy.

toast with butter and jam.
the morning news

on the tv.
it's life at its most dull.
but

it keeps me safe
and warm,

almost unworried that
anything is
wrong.

sameness keeps me protected

from the chaos outside
the door.