my morning routine
entails
coffee
and the sunrise
the birds
and the occasional squirrel
planes flying over head
the warmth
of another texas morning
baking across
my half asleep skin

a creature of habit

this morning
i missed the sunrise
didn’t hear the birds
no squirrel
no planes
the heat
was from the flush
of blood
racing across my skin
as i saw something
far more stunning
a dream awake

now the sun is second