i wake from dreams
with great
inspiration
still early enough
to type
before
school
and the bus stop
drop off

pfft!

i thought the day was still sleeping!
but it pulls me
into text messages
and email communications
all before 5:30am

i’m on the run
before the sun
has risen
just trying
to clear a small space
for art and words
while glancing over my shoulder
at clock-time

hurry
(oh, not yet!)
that beeping alarm will sound
and then
there’ll be no more time
to describe
the dream

the Bohemian and I
planting seeds
in all the dry patches
for the softest grass
of thick green carpet
at our seaside
outdoor dwelling

where we were able to
stretch out
in that no-time zone