cooking
in the morning
as the sparrows
flutter
on the porch
and in my chest
the quiet hopes
of a new day
blossom
the reality
not yet quite
settled in
i have a cup of
steaming coffee
a head full of
your radiant
wonder
as the vegetables
slowly cook
the potatoes
get chopped
and nothing else
seems to exist
daydreaming about
serving you
breakfast in bed