Days succeed each other in a river of time.
What day is it?
My heart wakes up to sunshine
And calls of turtledoves;
My eyes open to swaths of gold
Draped on the curtains in carefree ribbons;
My body stretches of its own volition.
Skin reaches for coolness
While hands and limbs explore an empty space,
Running along the sheets,
Then focus in sleep-laden eyes
Fails, as usual, to locate glasses and a clock.
In a hairbreadth of time,
No, a hair breath,
I slip into willful existence,
Into the unknown,
Into possibilities of either/or,
Life changing decisions