The light shines through the window sills
Its embrace wakes me gently for the day
I reach forward out of bed hoping no spills
Dear god I trip as I get up, oh pray
Not an ideal start
Will it go well today
Breakfast an essential part
For some it goes a long way
Bleary eyed I stumble to the kitchen
Water to cleanse my sleep
I wonder if food will be bitchin
This recipe I will have to keep
Dark rich coffee
Brewed slow and steady
A zing from a sip no longer iffy
Wide eyed and ready.